sad love poems

sad love poems

Her thighs I escaping as caught fish,
full of fire, filled with cold half half.
That night I ran the best roads,
mounted filly of nacre without bridles and Stirrups.


I don't mean by man, the things she told me.
The light of understanding makes me be very cautious.
Dirty kisses and sand, I I took the River.
Air beat the swords of the lilies. sad love poems


I behaved like who I am: as a legitimate Gypsy.
I I gave a big straw satin sewing kit, love poems
and I did not fall in love with me because having husband,
He told me that it was mozuela when took her to the River.