Love, Without Disguises
Walker stumbled concealing
Those tripping walk without feeling.
Love living immersed, delirious,
Living by extremes to fall...
Traffic my wishes in these walk
Although usually nothing gained.
In many delicious and failures,
Love sometimes blind, other strange...
In rages, in the dreams of poets,
Love always found as the sun.
Love is rolling over in straight lines,
Losing light, blinding my lighthouse...
Love does not know how to use disguise
It's a give and take another face...
Marcos Loures
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