The Love Wants. - Poem by Samoel Bianeck
It wants the pleasure
Of a good to want
That it can until suffering
What it is for it to suffer?
For Love and that of love it goes to die
It swims matters; if of love it wants to live
To live for the love, where it will be is very to die.
Nothing of pain
It wants to run away from pain
It always looks pain
Of the love; with it comes to pain.
It suffers, fight with glow, it feels pain.
It turns slave, it bleeds, irritation, it suffers pain
It cries out is the love!
It opens the flower, that comes pain!
Love; a bird that walks.
It always flies in the height - for far
It settles in the mountain makes of the mountain range its bookshelf
It only goes down in a nest where the love is sufficient
A love boy, virile; mature and flying - capricious.
A love girl, soft; mature and perfumed - hot very vibrant.
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