Soul Jewel (Cheers to Your Beauty)

Your hair ...

It's a night that ends in joys,

It's a night of sweet dreams in peace,

It is madness that goes beyond all reason,

It is a cloak that covers the afflicted spirit,

Your hair ...

They are blackness of a dreaming angel!

Your mouth is red rose in essence ...

Every drawing of your mouth is a sin,

Every beauty of your diamond teeth,

Every trace of your mouth ...

... the perfection of the gods in assumption,

For out of your mouth comes the breath of Paradise.

Your mouth is desire, your mouth is luxury ...

... Your mouth is high from heaven and light.

Your mouth holds the beauty of; Immortal Nymph!

I want to talk about your virgin opal whiteness ...

I want to talk about your delicate whiteness in flowers ...

Your virginal and holy essence of mystical woman ...

My poetry is for you; and say you're happy

Ventured in venusto dream to angelic Ser ...

Your beauty is a verdant garden without malice ...

Your beauty is sparkling with valor, and femininity!

Shadow Woman of My Myth!

Real woman and violent attraction!

Woman looking at Paradise at the sunset of: Love!

To love I dedicate you in poetic offer ...

I love you in the delights of immortality!

To love I dedicate you in pleasures to the bed of angels.

To love I dedicate you in writing my dreams ...

For your beauty exceeds the banquets of passion!

Your eyes have come to the lake of Hera since the creation ...

It is the Love of gods in you: Blue Field Lily.

O how not to imagine your existence without such beauty?

Beauty of young girl in a world of pain ...

Girl with deep eyes ...

... deep are your eyes as you contemplate legends.

Legends of Female Existence to My Maiden's: Sin!

Are your eyes illusions?

They are luminaries of stars of faith ...

There are two horror galaxies and songs ...

In your way of mystical imagination of the ethereal poem!

They are the fascinations of life: Which so much arises in us.

They are songs of a childlike mirage ...

Fear of not seeing my boredom rest ...

For you a woman of beauty are a full; rest!

In your lap there are Beatitudes!

Spirit of longings of my affection ...

Spirit of seeking a lap of happiness ...

My happiness, my joy in a world of loss in so many illusions of time ...

Apotheosis of Holy taste honey!

Virgin beauty in beauties in more beauties ...

O flower of sin ...

Your body ... A treasure of softness ...

Life that supports living only ...

Your body and abode of fire and storm

Your horrible grace in manifest delicacies ...

Grace over graces, in graces of more graces of Love ...

O woman of sin and prophetic life in a smile.

Life of silent air that overcomes the pains of my heart!

Sweet taste herb.

Poetic rhyming petal.

Breathtaking smell fragrance.

Perfume of heroes.

Violet of birth fed up with smiles.

O chimera of an image in silence gods ...

Maybe the concept doesn't say it all ...

... My concept is to have you in the mystery of Being.

Ser, Wins on More Passions Wins ...

Even without a life poetry that explains any reason for this walk, I look into your way of woman who understands me in the poetic and so fascinating way of finding things themselves: Love.

In every heart there is a search ...

In each feel a desire for attention ...

In each tear a few questions ...

In every pity a doubt ...

On each trail new discoveries ...

In every living a worthless shadow ...

In each question more tears ...

In every heart only sins ...

In each soul more and more illusions ...

In every dream a wish for guilt ...

In each gift a madness ...

In each life a delivery ...

In each death a philosophizing of peace pains ...

On each hearing a scream from someone deaf ...

In each poetry a violent gift ...

In every kiss an infernal sin ...

In every hell angels of violence ...

In each ending a nightmare ...

In each knowing ignorance ...

In each Love a desire to just affirm you ...

... I love you, therefore, little love can understand it! We are fire!

... we are water!

     ... we are sand!

          ... we are gusts!

... we are a good illusion ...

... And even knowing that we will one day die ...

      ... We risk all in one; kiss!

... to forget about ourselves later ...

... we are end ...

    ... in a beginning ...

        ... we missed the train ...

            ... we leave, many silent ...

                ... to remind us of crying.

Francesco Acácio
Enviado por Francesco Acácio em 03/01/2020
Código do texto: T6832955
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