I was searching evidences,
whether it exists in my senses,
far from the clarity,
my love for you and its expenses.
Facing giggles of yours,
i think about sand and shores.
The lurve which excites to live,
spontaneous, the passion in course.
Everytime sharing coffee or a view,
i estimate dwell of life, the due.
With your agog for my estimates,
i flex deeply in you, for clue.
i feel passion, a force unbearable,
that take things away from simple.
The unknown communication between us.
Why for you, its all invisible?
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