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beakman01101
I don't know if it's love you have, or love you fake, What you give me. You give it to me. That's enough for me. Since I'm not young because of time, I'm young by mistake. The Gods give us little, and the little is false. However, if they give it, false though it may be, the gift Is true. I accept it, And I resign myself to believing in you.
beakman01101
She came in without asking for anything, she just smiled. And as if that wasn't enough, she gave me affection, kisses and hugs. And each hour was a minute, time and space vanished. And in her arms, something good in me emerged. But every inch of distance is pain, is lack. And the absence of your scent is almost nonexistent. And she, serene, calms me down when her presence stands out. Girl with slanted eyes, how can I not love you? Hug me, like you did on the first day. Hold me as if there were no other day. And each day I know that I desire you more. Because when we are together we are just one. Tell me, how can I not love someone so affectionate? My angel, my darling, before I sleep, my kiss.
