sad poems
Feel,
Feel that your hand is my caress,
Feel that your dream is my desire,
Feel that your look is my rest,
Feel that your name is my song,
Feel that your mouth is my refuge,
Feel that your soul is my gift.
Feel that you exist...
Feel that I live to love.
You count wishes on your lips,
The pleasure will be my weapon to dream,
I recorreré your soul
And I secuestraré your love.
There will be no rescue:
Only passion.
sad poems
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