Lost love
You left and took part of me,
longing came hurting,
taking possession, showing the end...
And the few fragments that remain,
I describe in sad poems.
Ah! How good it is to love, to talk, to kiss,
hug, caress, undress your body.
To be happy at every moment,
and knowing that you are the most important person.
But to also love is to cry, to disagree, to differ.
Reflecting on why NO causes so much disunity.
Where are you?
I can't imagine,
this pain, this longing, doesn't seem to end.
Today, I have nothing left
but photos and memories...
Memories of your kisses, your hugs,
your perfume that still lingers in me.
I spend hours at night
talking to with my imagination...
A sad illusion
that feeds my heart...
And this illusion comforts me,
increasing my longing...
And so I go on with my days,
sad and longing...
Today with your memory,
my heart lives, revives,
mourns the lost love...
And so I discover that love never dies,
but leaves deep scars on my heart.
Autor: Karlos Brasil
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