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Her eyes warmed his wounded soul immensely

He loved her constant attention so much

With perseverance I was afraid to destroy this miracle,

And the look was perceived as a gentle touch.

Years passed, he began to get used to it immensely,

To her smiles, tremors and languid breathing,

And I realized that I was not able to breathe without her,

And succumbed so timidly to the voice and charm.

Their meetings filled this life with meaning,

He felt her heart beating to tear

And even though I hurried to other things in the past,

I contemplated the moment that was insanely so beautiful.

I think it was no coincidence that I met at that moment,

And she warmed my heart with tenderness and grace,

In those days I got a whole ocean of love in return

And passion, as an addition to anxious happiness.

Love without plans and strategies, just like that,

How angels and children love since birth,

I cursed myself constantly, but alas, there is no turning back,

And our paths and destinies parted, unfortunately.