Now I start to realize that you care for me
Likewise you must say that there's something going on...
Everything is a plenty bowl of love
A thousand of brilliant times and a dove
Just for having you whispering on my ears
Each one of those magical words
That breaks apart all my fears.
What binds our love in this joyful flow
Is, baby of mine, in these Gates of Passion
With great compassion and a happiness unknown
For all the incandescence eternity of now
Into our body & soul and some calm
The bright colors of the night
The deep sensation of flight
And all the true & sincerity of our mutual sight...
Blessed with love, grace, and desire
We could embrace each other forever and like
For getting closer, altogether and kind
Because these are the Gates of Passion
The aim of those dreams we ever lived for.
We are intended to be here, ever beyond.
In this perfect paradise
All leads to these Gates of Passion...
For the Gates of our Passion
Baby of Mine
Are tonight.
1 comment:
muito, mas muito boa essa poesia, hein?
parabéns.
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