Love poems are very melancholy. I'm weak, I'm afraid, but I should be able, when the lonely night against the chill of the night, when I thought to soon be able to hold you, in the embrace of a warm like silk quilts, but what can i do, at this time I can only pray that what I aspire to be realized in a bond that is recognized the world and the hereafter. Thanks brother @honeybee Thanks
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