🌹💜I want you the time to write the last poem,
meet you once again on the banks of a rainbow where we can lay our bodies.
Where to pick us up and leave us without touching the flesh,
making love with looks,
playing with your lips,
lose a poem in it:
OUR.
Take the last photograph of something big,
to that BEYOND that, I KNOW, we are,
to a beat that will not end
at the moment of farewell.
It will be the beginning of an endless end within the soul,
of a happy moment, of those that last for eternity.
I want you the time to write the last poem,
to let you go with a scented trail of Me
and bring the perfume of you into your soul
like the most beautiful of poems ...
and fill those days with magic
that will be written without You,
but full of You.💜💖💗💕💓💞💘💝
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