Category : Poems

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I don't know if she likes me,
 As she sees beauty in everything.
  Her eyes make me dream
 That one day we will write 
 The same page of love.  

We are good as friends, 
 But we would be better as lovers, 
 Learning from each other 
 By letting ourselves be discovered.  

My love grows to bloom the field with flowers
  And it can break as much as it wants, 
 It won't stop the summer...