*I love you..
for I can meet your eyes..
and invent a reflection…
in a barren intercourse…
but I do not blame you…
A secret shield of a busy city..
separates my warm hands..
from your cold skin.
With them ,I have pictured your heart..
rescuing the last gasps of life..
of the old golden leaves.
I crushed them with my fingers..
but no sap refreshed the tired tips.
I love you because I taste a sweetness…
a dreaming look..
a languid perception of fantasy.
Blooming paradise of desires…
compassionate source of love disguise.
I love you..
for in your silence…
dragging the seasons away.
I love you in a way that I love..
my own image..
by a passed time´s comet trail.
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