Speak to me about love
Tell me again of the tender things
Your beautiful words
My heart never grows tired of hearing them
As long as
You repeat these beautiful words
I love you
I'm sure you know
That I don't believe a word
But however I still want to believe
In these words I love
Your voice and your cherishing words
With every murmur and quiver
Deludes me with its beautiful history
And in spite of myself I want to believe your words
It is so comforting
My dear treasure, to be a little mad
Life is sometimes too bitter
If you can't believe in a dream
Sorrow is quickly lost
In the protection of an embrace
The heart is strong enough to heal a wound
Made by the oath which created it:
I Love you....
Junio
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