The poet

hard is the way day by day
making verses of love and friendship
of heartbreak and misfortune
full of dreams and peace.

and if he finds no inspiration
Can’t find the flower of a caress
only with rancor and thorns
butterflies fly over their rhymes.

his muses are his tears
his heart kneeling beats
with dreaming her infinite beauty.
that’s the woman you love.

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