I come from the city of loveMy bag is a sonnet full of repetition of the good and hearty name of honey The one whose name tastes the taste of love The taste of love is the taste of freshness in my veins I come from the city of love My bag is full of repetition of the good and hearty name of honey honey like a
flower rained on a pure form of love that has come from sleep The silence of the moments of sadness to the petals of his voice The rush of dew My need for you to ask for the need of the stream The flow of the one whose name tastes the taste of being in love, the new dawn in my veins , the silence of the moments, the roar of grief to the petals, the sound of the dew, the influx of dew,
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 eyes are deep in a safe place, you who stay with you are my best poem, you are like a dream of a delicate and simple flower, like me, a love has fallen to the ground, a forest of mystery, a simple sea.Captive of affection but you are free, my need for you to ask for the need of the stream to flow, the need of the stream to be flowing, the need of the stream, the need of the stream......
