I dreamed of her, and like a miracle,
she appears between seas and rivers,
sweetness soaking the earth
of love’s harvest and this cold.
I desired her, spiritual and sweet,
with soft pink lips
marked by the darkness
of tender, hurried questions.
I found her by the roadside,
longing for a love now forgotten,
and as if God traced the fate,
she managed, with her sweetness, to bind me.
Colors blended in the night,
a beautiful symbiosis of sensations
when wine and glances overflow
and passions stir with the wind.
She lifted me to the heights of the path,
singing dances and songs,
inviting me into the heart of the landscape,
gently pulling emotions from me.
I dreamed of her, dreamed without reason,
and love placed her by my door.
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