Can you tell me how you love,
she asks me,
I say like the morning that kisses me,
from flowers, to fields of green,
I answer,
from violins that sing,
with all my heart that is mine,
and we dance to our own melody,
to touch the sweet flesh so close,
to love her a thousand times,
never to forget her sent,
her kiss and her eyes,
that gaze into mine,
but I will miss her when,
she is gone.
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