20 outubro 2009

To love you

If one day you shall ask
wether you were not worth the rhymes
Listen carefully, darling
Do you even know why do I write?

Every line,
a different feeling,
even when it seems to be the same.
Every novelty,
a moment that I shall never live again.

Did you already understand
what I am trying to say?
That between us
there is no moment
that shall pass or fade.

There is no between,
no need of ink
to make this remain.
There is only love
over and over again.

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