Kader1975
50 ans
As an exile of the old theme, I descended your staircase; But what linked Love itself, Time can not loosen it. Every night when your body goes to bed In your bed, which is no longer mine Your lips are far from my mouth; However, I sleep near You. When I come out of human life, I seem to be in reality A single gentleman who walks around; Yet I walk to your side. My life with yours is braided As we braid silky threads, And I think with your thought, And I look with your eyes. When I say or do some
Kader1975
50 ans
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