What is the sin,
Of the enamored
That with bitterness
Resist the torture
Of watching their aspirations
Reflected in their dreams?
The light of the moon
Hits my shell,
Dreaming that you love me.
A wound to the heart,
And to see around me,
Solely desolation.
I waited this time
For a sign of your love.
But found once more
A full failure, a fall
That leaves us dying.
What does dreaming
Bring us, the enamored?
Some of us look for it,
But not everyone thinks like I do.
I dream of open eyes that do not rest.
My idle mind does not tire
From dreaming of you.
I know that my idea of love,
Is nothing original,
But...
For the causes of love
There is a marginal world.



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