An extraordinary joy erupted within me,
A bouquet of roses he did offer to me
I too said that I love the most
And we kissed right there in affection and love.
But then he spoke, "I have a war to fight tomorrow
Tress, I promise to return, wait for me without any sorrow.
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APRIL TWENTY- FIRST
PoesíaTime travel to the past to those ancient times. Those eternal love stories that are now almost in the verge of fading away. But some of them remain forever!
