Call it love, but don’t tell her

When I can’t see her, without starting to dream;

when her talking with others startles me;

when, at night, I close my eyes and,

before asleep, I see her face and her smile;

when, suddenly, I start to notice all beauty

which has unceasingly framing our world;

when I enjoy full air all the day long,

missing it when she approaches me;

then, believe me, I’m probably to embark

on the most serious journey of my life.

 

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