MY GREAT LOVE
The nights when are moonlit
These distant mists customary
Messenger of dreams and delusions
Promises of divine dawns,
Longings and desires rare nights,
Moments fickle, but happy
Words that you say softer
After while, you deny me.
So when you deny the desires
Totally changing our history
The evening becoming melancholy
And the moon hiding in the mist
Love in storm and calm
While me and fascinates me satisfies
In another moment come and fascinate me.
MARCOS LOURES
The nights when are moonlit
These distant mists customary
Messenger of dreams and delusions
Promises of divine dawns,
Longings and desires rare nights,
Moments fickle, but happy
Words that you say softer
After while, you deny me.
So when you deny the desires
Totally changing our history
The evening becoming melancholy
And the moon hiding in the mist
Love in storm and calm
While me and fascinates me satisfies
In another moment come and fascinate me.
MARCOS LOURES
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