Category : Poems

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I need to be loved, 

The way I need air 

To breathe to live. 
 I need two hands to hold me,

 A mouth to count the kisses

 I would like to give. 
 My soul dries up 

With the trees in autumn.

 A drop of love would revive 

Hundreds and thousands of roses. 
 My eyes see eyes full of longing, 

But none look at my face.

The sun no longer shines,

My life has set before death.