The cupid went down
On cloud chubby...
With wings of the butterfly.
Has smiled with the
Firm- smiles...
Suddenly began to sound
Mysterious a voice:
- I did not think,
I at all did not represent...
That it was possible-by hunting,
On behalf of an angels...
Avoid to the impostor...
To Sorcerers and magicians...
Which speak
Seductively
By the my name...
Listen-by to hearts of your,
She is best knows
The Silent languages - miracles.
The desired time
Will-by measured
Not from speed
Transparent wings
Of the butterfly-
Only from my speed
The arrows- miracles...
Has told, he, so silent,
With the firms- smiles...
And flew... flew...
Love fly's its own direction. Love depicted so beautifully. As always 10
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at all did not represent... That it was possible-by hunting, On behalf of an angels ------------- This is a mature material. You must pay more attention to this poem and set a global concept around it......Bravissimo....your friend.