poems
To want love still so much
To see spouting out, taking in us major paces
To see faithful each moment, each second and to be able to hope always trustful
To want to like, want to be liked
To want to offer what there is the best and to see to move away from us the fear
To lose all the prints of time
To want to share all the combined softness of the verbs of love
Same if the words are not always
That they eclipse in front of our emotion
That they are lost in whispers
To want to like, want to be liked
Simply to want with deepest of oneself same
And being surrounded, impregnated, propelled
By the force to like
While dreaming to be a flower to attract you with the hollow of my heart
So that you can feel my odor
Oh!!! that I would like to be that of your heart
That which would bring all happiness to you
Yes I would like to be this woman
But my dream rests in my heart
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