ValkiriaMoore

I still have almost all my teeth all my hair and very few grays I can make and undo love climb a stair Two by two and running forty meters behind the bus so I should not feel old but the serious problem is that before I did not pay attention to these details when the storm passes and the roads are missed and we are survivors of a collective shipwreck. With a tearful heart and a blessed destiny, we will feel happy just to be alive, and we will give a hug to the first stranger and we will praise the luck of keeping a friend, and then we will remember everything we lost at once, we will learn everything we did not learn and we will not be envious, because we will all understand our path, we will not have need and we will be more compassionate, what belongs to everyone will be worth more than what we have ever achieved We will be more generous and much more committed,

we will understand how fragile it means to be alive, we will sweat, empathy for who is there and who has left, we will miss the old man, because he asked for a peso in the market that we did not know his name and he was always by his side and perhaps the poor old man was a god in disguise, you never asked the name why you were in a hurry and everything will be a miracle, everything will be a legacy and it will be respected Life The life we have gained When the storm passes I ask you God sorrowful that you return us better as you had dreamed us Magic love affection tenderness loyalty sincerity and peace love affectionIf love has made two words not enough to express everything that person means to you and the emotions they awaken in your heart, Don't worry! Here are the perfect long love poems to dedicate that will say it all for you.

In this selection you will find poems by indigenous authors, writers of the community avant-garde poems of contemporary authors and verses of great poets who have gone down in history with their words. Let the most romantic thoughts be born in your heart and in that of the most special person for you: these poems are idealBeing in love is touching with a lighter hand. You stretch yourself, you're fine. You see things through his eyes. Cardinal is red. the sky is blue. Suddenly you know he knows too. He's not there but you know you're enjoying winter together, or a slight spring weather. His hand to take your hand is too much. Too much to bear. You can't look into his eyes 'cause your pulse shouldn't say what it shouldn't say. When he closes a door - it's not there - And you're free with a frightening freedom. You're the beautiful half of a golden wound. Remember and lust for your mouth to touch it, to whisper to it.

Oh when confessing is a sure death! Oh when expressing is to hypnotize, to see fall, the Golden Column, in the most common ashes. Love exists like a fire to burn in its beauty all the ugliness in the world. Love exists as a gift from the benign goddesses to those who love beauty and multiply it, like bread and fish... Love exists as a gift only for those who are willing to give up any other gift.. Love exists to inhabit the world as if it were the paradise that a distracted lover lost through laziness for lack of wisdom... Love exists to make clocks pop long becomes short the short infinity and beauty erases the ugliness of the world.

I love to travel, feel in contact with nature I love my body every part of it my hair, my eyes, my lips my look my being let you delight in my me of my soul of my body of every part that inhabits from the tips of my feet to my last hair from the plant of them like branches that grow every day when you wake up with the help of the sun, air and water. Let's be one in every moment that is here, I am your ultimate ex of love stay and you will see what it is to enjoy in harmony with your body and your heart we will fill every space for you and for me in every corner so it will be when you come to love if you have not loved you will know in this world it is the greatest and deepest pain to be a happy and unhappy time corollary love is an abyss of light, shadow, poetry and prose, and where the most expensive thing is made, which is to laugh and cry at the same time, the worst, the most terrible thing is that living without it is possible, my heart has stolen me and love, seeing my anger, told me I was carried by the most beautiful eyes that since I live I have looked thank you record I arread chut ti bit I can'supernatural aunts have it in Prison and if love is right, lady, by the signs you have my heart, how smiling, contact, that of your garter eyes, like frightened pigeons at the water's edge, that quick contact, that of your eyes with my gaze, who are you, that matters, in spite of yourself, there is a brief enigmatic word in your eyes, I don't even want to know it, I like you looking at me from the side, hidden, scared, so I can think that you are fleeing from something. of me or of you, of nothing, of those integrations that they say persecute married women, women have beautiful feet, they can never be ugly, meek, beauty usually rises through tortils, calves and thighs, lingering in the pubis that has always been beyond all canon, surrounding the navel like one of those bells that if pressed touch nipples to hope, between opening their lips without uttering saliva and letting herself be loved by the mirror's eyes, and the woman has beautiful feet, knows how to wander through the infinite natural Wa of your great love, of your grace, of your pure being. In your bedroom covered with dreams, make a splurge of flowers and lights of spirit; My soul, shod in silence and clothed in calm, will come to you by the blackest path tonight. Turn out the candles to see beautiful things; close all the doors to enter the illusion; pluck from the mystery a bunch of stars And blossom like a triumphant vessel your heart. ¡And you will wait smiling, and you will wait crying!. when my soul comes, maybe you pray thinking that heaven sweetly pours into your chest. For him, divine love, have a divan of calm or with the mystic lily that is his weapon, my soul Will extinguish one by one the roses probably be one of the most important decisions of your life. If you thought that choosing a ring among all the engagement rings would be the most complicated thing, you still have to select the words. Daily they tell each other how much they love each other and also indulge in small details. However, it never hurts to hear those magic words that verbalize all those thoughts of love in couples. Write them in your own handwriting, and hand the letter along with the engagement ring.. ¡It will be a unique moment, probably one of the most important decisions of your life. If you thought that choosing a ring among all the engagement rings would be the most complicated thing, you still have to select the words. Daily they tell each other how much they love each other and also indulge in small details. However, it never hurts to hear those magic words that verbalize all those thoughts of love in couples. Write them in your own handwriting, and hand the letter along with the engagement ring.. ¡It will be a unique momentI love you by eyebrow, by hair, I debate you in white corridors where the sources of light play, I discuss you at every name, I tear you with delicacy of scar, I go putting in your hair ashes of lightning and ribbons that slept in the rain. I don't want you to have a shape, to be exactly what comes behind your hand, because water, consider water, and lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and gestures, that architecture of nothing, lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter. Every morning is the blackboard where I invent you and draw you, soon to erase you, that's not you, nor even with that lace hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the edge of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery.