I come from the city of love and my baggage A sonnet full of repetition of a good and hearty name Honey Someone whose name tastes like the taste of love Fresh dawn in my veins I come from the city of love and my baggage A sonnet full of repetition of a good and hearty name Honey
honey like a flock, a rained flower in the pure form of love that has come from sleep The silence of its moments The tumult of sadness to the petals of its voice The rush of dew My need for her Beyond the desire, the need of the stream, the flow of the one whose name tastes the
taste of being in love, all the moments like me, you are with me, you are the one who loves me the most of all the lovers, you take your eyes to the sunset of autumn, the
person whose depth of his eyes is a safe place, you who are with you are my best poem,
you are like a flower dream, delicate and simple like me, you are in love, you have fallen to the ground, a forest of mystery, a sea You are simply captive to affection, but you are free, my need for you is beyond the desire of the stream, the flow
