Yearning English poetry

Yearning English poetry

 

I long for that power, what greatness
not to cry around any corner
without doing them, life is ruin
It will be your punishment, without wealth.

I don’t want decorations on my head
nor a deceitful sky, with a thorn
I just want that sweet and tender queen
with her cherry-colored lips.

The future guess did you know
always with courage and calm
Why do you leave my beloved?.

More to hope that you deserved
by destroying the virtue of the soul
you don’t fall in love with me anymore.

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