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I DON’t LOVE YOU
I don’t love you, I want you: love comes from soul.
And me, in my soul, I’ve got easiness.
The easiness from the grave.
Oh, no, I do not love you.
I don’t love you, I want you: love is life.
And the life - not even felt.
It’s brought already by me.
Oh, no, I do not love you.
Oh, no, I do not love you; and I just want you.
In a strong and ferocious desire.
Wich blood devours from me.
And which doesn’t get the heart.
I don’t love you. You’re beautiful, but I don’t love you, you beautiful.
Who loves the cursed star
Which sparkles in the dark-hour
Of someone’s perdition?
And I want you, and I don’t love you, which is forced.
Of bad fortuned spell, This worthless furour.
But Oh, no, I do not love you.
And infame I am, because you I want, and so much
That of myself I am dazed
Of you I feel fear and terror...
But to love!... No, I do not love you.
Love is beautiful, and this poem shows how love shall be mensioned. Love is life and, when we love someone, it's not only physically. Love is also contemplation and admiration. Who has the right to love must be grateful to the Gods and Godesses for it, because love is life, and there's no life without love.
Yeah, I'm in a smoochy mood, and so? Bite me!
I have a really sweet baby boy here in a friend of mine's lap.
Haven't you ever thought that you wanna be different, that you want to have opened-relationships, that you wanna run away from the society ways? I have. But when I really think of what I want to my life, I wonder: isn't a quiet life better? Yeah, the opened-relationship philosofy is beautiful, but when I have my house, and all that, I think I will want to have children and a husband... Clichet, I know, but... It's always happening with me now, I think something is cool, and some time after, the coolest is the oposit of what I had thought before... Oh my, this is really confusing...
I don’t love you, I want you: love comes from soul.
And me, in my soul, I’ve got easiness.
The easiness from the grave.
Oh, no, I do not love you.
I don’t love you, I want you: love is life.
And the life - not even felt.
It’s brought already by me.
Oh, no, I do not love you.
Oh, no, I do not love you; and I just want you.
In a strong and ferocious desire.
Wich blood devours from me.
And which doesn’t get the heart.
I don’t love you. You’re beautiful, but I don’t love you, you beautiful.
Who loves the cursed star
Which sparkles in the dark-hour
Of someone’s perdition?
And I want you, and I don’t love you, which is forced.
Of bad fortuned spell, This worthless furour.
But Oh, no, I do not love you.
And infame I am, because you I want, and so much
That of myself I am dazed
Of you I feel fear and terror...
But to love!... No, I do not love you.
Love is beautiful, and this poem shows how love shall be mensioned. Love is life and, when we love someone, it's not only physically. Love is also contemplation and admiration. Who has the right to love must be grateful to the Gods and Godesses for it, because love is life, and there's no life without love.
Yeah, I'm in a smoochy mood, and so? Bite me!
I have a really sweet baby boy here in a friend of mine's lap.
Haven't you ever thought that you wanna be different, that you want to have opened-relationships, that you wanna run away from the society ways? I have. But when I really think of what I want to my life, I wonder: isn't a quiet life better? Yeah, the opened-relationship philosofy is beautiful, but when I have my house, and all that, I think I will want to have children and a husband... Clichet, I know, but... It's always happening with me now, I think something is cool, and some time after, the coolest is the oposit of what I had thought before... Oh my, this is really confusing...