VERSE I SOUGHT
Sigh when you pass through the streets
And I see in your eyes, my love.
In the verses that compose; you are always
In the naked dawn, splendor.
In all that I do not believe nor understand
Feeling your gentle steps, which perchance!
Divine ascend to the heights when
Meeting so many hints of tenderness.
Beloved, I am happy to you want to have,
And as more breathe soul
This air that had not been able to promise,
Is muse, am a poet, love is lyre.
Come into my arms that I will make,
The verses of passion I have sought!
MARCOS LOURES
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