Persa Corbalokovic

No, I don’t want everything!
I just wish to be the air you breathe
The blood of your veins
The second of your life time
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Beware of this man and each his act!
He seduces using these with great tact:

The alert of his fingers
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All changed! Is this THE love,
I’ve dreamt of all my life?
Is that ardour above
All joys, common and rife?
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Let me kiss his lips – the gate to infinity.
Can’t you also see this natural affinity,
Between two vital forces, two minds?
Get me back my other half, these two bind.
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Let us be two, you and I, when we talk
On diverse issues; or listen to a song,
Or when we (hope one day) go for a walk,
If in the woods, I usually skip along.
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That minute we’re born,
If there is no love to hold us,
Feed us, and put us asleep,
What sort of children
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Can a glance linking two pairs of eyes
Be as a kiss recognized?
Is it possible to proclaim love though
It was never actualized?
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I forgive you the look,
That caught me in the web.
Just one that got me at hook.
One look was enough to ebb.
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I don’t want to write poems about him!
He left! Never to return. And I’m but a dim
Memory, another on pile, looking nicely prim.
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Don’t tell him I still yearn for him,
Don’t tell him he’s my only dream.
He may become frightened or grim.
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We are pretending I’m his friend.
No, no, I’m pretending I’m his friend.
In actual fact, his friend I’m not, at all.
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What would have happened,
If you had actually kissed me?
I believe, feel it in my heart,
I would have simply died!
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Here I am, cold and dry, barren and uninspired!
The only action I was to do, in a way felt required
Was to kill the cause for which he was so admired.
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The spring passed so unexpectedly,
Summer and autumn also went fast.
With dreams of you still haunting me,
I’ve been firmly clinging to the past.
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We were just kids when he asked me
‘One, just one little kiss, c’mon gimme’,
Thought how mature was to ask for a kiss,
When others worried if a ball would miss.
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I wish I am made of such matter,
To feel comfortable with own patter
On how convenient it is to bomb.
‘Two bold men fighting over a comb! ’
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