🌹💜How much I loved you…
you'll never know:
much more than the bee
that pricks her flower;
much more than the rain
that bathes the pine forest.
Maybe I loved you
if I may say so,
more than God
love man.
And to love you better
I wanted to be beautiful
like silence
or like a ball of stars.
But my properties
they were miserable
and I was shaking,
I was trembling with passion
without being able to tell...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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