A twenty-two as May,
Here,
Among sunflowers
Of Lora, you and me,
Create a beautiful picture
Of Van Gogh,
With vividness
Of nature,
With imagery
Of our beings.
And we meet again
My love.
And we have a secret,
The tenderness of our kisses,
our prodigious candor
And our spirit of poet.
And I, I confess
That I love you
And that you, for me,
Anam face anam face,
From my side do not go.
And you, a blow
Nourish my soul,
You help me at all times.
And with your white dress,
Anam face anam face,
Stick it on the door
Of my soul
And you get to myself
With your circles concentric
I do not leave her alone.
And I miss you,
Anam face anam face
You, my essence,
The rumblings in my chest,
Anam face anam face.
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