Heart, love, trust,
just words
nonsense
chasing each other on a sheet
already worn out by pain,
illusions,
every day
I do I give
meaning,
each of them.
I live a desert of emotions,
where the shower
engagement,
late in coming.

The mouth is parched,
my sunburned skin,
I feel all muffled
me nothing ignites
upsets me
and upsets.

A tunnel with no light travels
sometimes stumble
I get up and no longer want to fight
walk like a zombie
in my empty life
where there is no more the longing of love.

This, to me completely.
A piece to be added
the heart and mind
maybe there already and I
I still have not been able to see
instill in your eyes

Although there is no light
shine the same,
and so every time I see
your bubbly face
every time I go
you’ll be my constant thought
lightness almost redundant
feathers carried by the wind on

Your delicate body and extended
on a bed of flowers and candles
the smell of night and day
wherever you go
always bring me
with you I lose as well.

Here at last
only,
to look in the garden
your love
the black orchid
that pales
the first rays of the moon.

Be able to gather a
to give you
Today
which is the day of love.

Where is it written
that only one day of the year
can be expressed
his love
beloved?
And if that day
you were angry
or I did not want any
to talk of love?

Here today, or tomorrow,
or maybe the day after tomorrow
is the day of love
mine for you.

I do not care
February 14!

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