he was an intruder in the hearts
with all his thoughts
she felt him looking for a way
all the time when he notices a presence
on the land of love
he touched with
initially
with his child's eye
the intimate springs
waterfalls
the snow when rolling in a new heat
just because he knew how to see
without asking for permission
sometimes he begs for more
and begging was like a force to open
for what he could not see
The bad part was when he became the glasses of another
and she never understood
why he does that
was a kind of cupid that started to annoy her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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