I love you, I love you, I love you!
A hundred times I love you!
But if the courage you do not possess
to say that you love me back;
If your words lack the sincerity,
the gentleness, the fidelity,
that I need from my closest lover
and I feel your caress become cold,
until no warmth remains;
until all that it contains
is unwanted desires and rougher
tougher feelings of lust;
then I'll break my own heart
and from you I'll sadly part.
I love you, but I love me more.
I want you, but right before
my soul is poisoned by your sour feelings,
I will leave you, as if I have no meaning.
For I know well that you won't be missing
neither my body, neither my spirit,
only the pleasure, and not what really
lies underneath it.
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Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.
PoetryOld poems, cellphone notes, and long lost verses that I've recently re-discovered.