LOVE ME THAT HOLDS
Torment secular that terrifies me
Pride comes invade our love.
Who lives life without much delay?
Not sure of nostalgia or bitterness...
Loving who does not love condemning
The take their lives, suffering,
After so much love, the harsh punishment
Serving of nourishment and torment...
I do not see love as delicacy
Nor do I imagine my gift.
Loving who had loved in agony,
Gradually much pain already senses...
Love not comply even the good sense
All I know is without love starves...
MARCOS LOURES
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