My doors
Open to you
You, in your mundane boat,
I, in my unfortunate life,
Waiting for your love,
With my melancholy
Permanent,
Absent from every thing,
In the innermost void
From my heart.
Your name torments me,
Memories of my life
Pass.
I only know that you don’t love me.
I for you,
I don’t loose ties,
In this tremendous
Bitterness,
With the face of your wraiths
And, with the grief of my soul.
I know you…you don’t love me!
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