Many are the times I ask myself. Many are the times were I get no response. All I know is that I want is you and nobody else. Bring on the most beautiful, most perfect at last more than anything, which to me will be equal to nothing.
Could say it was your image, what captivated me, could say that was your way of being, and even your intelligence, but I would be lying. I'm not sure to what extent, or in which more than another, but I know that all three of these ingredients are included.
I do not know how, but you arrested me. But I want you to know that I hope you lose your key with you tame me, that it dilutes in any substance, never to be found. What this lock be sealed next to your heart, protected from all kinds of weather, in which there all the love to you is reserved.
Today they asked me what I want to be, I thought once or twice, and only one thing came to my head, only one. It would not be anything else, and nothing more: your tear.
But, why a tear of her?? That's what I was asked.
Easy. When the feeling flows, I'm ready, trying to guess which side will go down, behold, upon arriving to his hazel eyes, for there will I lose a few more moments, leaving the moisture already noted before our eyes, and behold, I slowly escape from the corner of your eye, still resists, but nevertheless beginning to go your face. Softly I walk the line of your face, leaving a trail of smeared makeup on your soft skin , drawing all my way, I show here. And behold, I come to the place where you feel my salty taste, behold, I come to the place that craved, your lips. My final destination.
I hope someone makes you laughing until cry, because this is the tear that want to be, not sad, maybe the nostalgic one. Someone please start the cycle again.
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