17 novembro 2024

To My Loved One

Need your body,

To lay on it my weeping eyes.


Need your compassion,

To search on it my weeping frailty.


Need your trust,

To anchorage on it my weeping self.


Need your caresses,

To feel on them my weeping soul.


Need your Love.

To dry my eyes,

To find my frailty,

To find myself,

To find my soul.


To, finally, find you, my Loved one.

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