Playing with my heart and my dreams
Like the wind plays with a feather
Fake now, that's the way it seems
All the souvenirs we had together
What do we had summed up; the love of lovers
Trust of friends and the security of a father
We had all what a relationship, between two, could gather
“Respect is the most important ingredient in the recipe of lovers”
An old say from my dear, old mother
Any kind of relation needs it, friendship
Or fraternity; It's the glue that holds all of them together
Any one needs it to hold and forge his relationship
With the one whom he wants to call my lover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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