| Though he dies disconsolate. Jeshua's poem. You are moving away from me... I notice that you are trying it, I am going to leave you to go, yes... If you manage to live without me, we leave it. To forget you, I will never be able, But this way we cannot coexist, Abundances of uncertainties and jealousies, Coexisting this way would be a hell... I know that already at all it is going to be the same thing, That I will suffer very much your withdrawal, When it has proved other arms, I will die of a sorrow and affliction. I will wish to come back to me, do not do it... All my being will wish you, but my mind will not, It would see you it embraces in his arms, to mine, not; To a love other one is not left him by captivation, Only it is for pure and irresistible love. I want to be I in your life blood and breath, Happiness and weeping, desire of a love I geld, Irrefutable purity of tenderness and passion... Breath of your mouth, happiness and light of love. To the end you managed to separate of my determinations, You have moved away from my arms, already there is no consolation, Preserves fresh air and our road surface dreams, The eternity of the promised love was a bait. Me one has got dark everything, and the moon has dressed Of blue, of black, black, garment I take my heart, My Lunita Plateada has left with the Sun, The waves roar, it shouts the passion of my affliction. Looking over the horizon, day and night for meeting And you do not appear, where does moon the kisses spill <b>...</b> | Views: 6 1 ratings |
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