Wave - ( Onde )

Emerging from isolation and long silence,
These words gathered in a bouquet,
Waiting for you who’s delicately dresses for the dance,
Came as messangers to caress you.
Written for you, filling my hall,
Expressing my love, but remaining poor.

Trying to say all, to touch truth
A perfume must be invented, as a wave,
Which shall better express what of this world I want,
An eternal voyage with you.

It will be slight but grand simultaneously,
Like music, heard in the wind,
It shall a sign be, coming from the soul
A feeling that says you are the woman
Who can subtly make of
Desire and love an eternal moment.

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