Category : Poems

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Forgive my heart

 If you don't want to be loved,

 Forgive my hands

 If you don't want to be touched 

With my fingers. 
 Forgive me the thoughts

 That make me think of us,

 Forgive me, but it is too late 

Not to fall in love with you.
  Forgive me the words 

That want my lips to say them sweetly,

Whispering in your ear:

 "Oh, darling, how beautiful you can be."
  Forgive me for telling you

 The things you already know, 

And maybe you don't care, 

But maybe you'll forgive me

 For still keeping in me the desire

 To touch your mouth with my lips. 
 I will lift you above the stars

 When you will feel the sky collapse

 Over your shoulders.
  I will lower you,

 When you will be afraid to fly, 

To heal your broken wings

 And then to set you free.