sexta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2011

Perfect love.

Perfect love.

Thinking about so many days
where I can believe in perfection
in the love that wins the disappointment
so common in who gave herself
totally without compunction.
Life is better when you forget
the sorrows we face; waterfalls.
Just like an immense river on rugged path,
so many curves.
Hoping of having after all these troubles,
some backwater where I can rest.
And so I try for perfection
never know where to find it.


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