lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012

The English Way

“What will you do
if I kiss you?”
Words came across the forest
of life, of course, for my muse.

“How many people must die
before you let me cry?”
Sorrow, the most magic torture.
Borrow my heart and look at my eyes;

“Who will come to save me
from Tears’ hands?”
If you can love the way to Ahlman,
then you should open your eyes and see them all,
waiting for you to kiss the air
and return to my arms.

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