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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, Do not 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. A 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.

Region of dirty hands of hairless punches upside down of toothbrushes zone where the rat ennobles and there are countless flags and sing hymns and someone puts a medal on your chest and you do the same I n ask you to e down a blue star just ask you to fill my space with your light I don't ask you to sign me ten gray papers to love just you pio that you want the doves that I usually look at the past I'm not going to deny the fruit someday will come and the present that cares people if this always will talk keep filling this minute and reasons to breathe do not please me don't refuse don't talk for talking I don't ask for the blue sky just for your eyes to shine with my light I sing what you loved, my life, if you come close and listen, my life, if you remember the world you lived, at sunset I sing, my shadow. I don't want to be silent, my life. ¿How without my faithful cry would you find me? What sign, what declares me, my life? I'm the same as you were, my life. ♪ Not slow, not lost, not lost ♪. Come to the evening, my life; come remembering a song, my life, if the song you recognize from learning and if my name you remember still. I'll wait for you without a time limit.. Fear not night, mist or rain. It goes with a path or without a path. Call me to where you are, my soul, and march straight to me, companion

On clear nights I solve the problem of the loneliness of the being, I invite the moon and with my shadow there are three of us, no, love is not conditioned, who loves must embrace the totality of being, success and love is not admiration and does not make a home in good luck, love is decided or simply gives itself neither memories nor omens only present singing or silence or words your voice only talking to me neither hands nor lips, just two bodies in the distance, separated, neither light nor darkness, neither eyes nor gaze, vision, the vision of the soul, and finally, neither joy, nor sorrow, nor heaven, nor earth, neither above, nor below, nor death, nothing, only love, only loving as if each kiss were farewell, my Chloe, loving, perhaps we already touch in the name the hand that you call the boat that does not it comes, if not empty, and that in the same bundle binds what we were mutually and the alien universal sum of life, to love is timid, whether we like it or not, we only have three alternatives, yesterday, the present and tomorrow, and not even three, because as the philosopher says, yesterday is yesterday, it belongs to us only in remembrance, to the rose that and it was defoliated, another petal can be removed from it, the There are only two cards to play, the present and tomorrow, and not even two, because it is a well-established fact that the present does not exist except to the extent that it becomes past and it has already passed, like youth, in short, we only have tomorrow left, I raise my glass for that day that never comes, but that is the only thing we really have, it can be clouded The sun may eternally dry up in an instant from the sea, the axis of the earth may break like a feeble crystal, all but never in me can the flame of your love be extinguished, place of love in which I live from afar your ignorance beloved, that I have been silent, look that I have not seen lies that I have read myself, I have not laughed in this hour when we are both free, faithful, loved by the one another I miss you your body your smell your desire to make me mine your gestures all strange about you love you are what I love the most but I know how toxic to my soul, a poison that little by little consumes me, I love you I really love you and I want the world with you but it is not and it was not not in this life not in this dimension you drive me crazy, But I will leave you and you know it, I see it close, this time I know I want to get my life back, my joy, my outside, I want to finally be who I really am, that I dream so much that I love so much and that I came to do so much in this world, I want to let you go with love, remembering everything and the most beautiful thing that came out of my love, my true and real love, open you and I wish you the best, love I found my way I will be happy and when that happens you will no longer be part of me not a drop of love will be for you you know it will hurt you enough for you to understand that you cannot play with anyone's feelings and even less of those who love you so much thank you for teaching me so much and happy pain but it was necessary I will carry you in my heart in the most beautiful way

Goodbye love my successes love and many more achievements for you precious my you are great

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 triumphal 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.

my dream is to travel every part of the world would be the happiest woman in the world, little by little we are achieving each landscape, river, mountain is a new world for me always will be a new adventure. Every day every day every moment so stay and travel the world with migo the truthful in every yna of my photos here. Always renewing for you x and give the best I love you and you move me the time of my life without hours I love you in my pale streams that travel in the night and never finish driving stars there is sea I love you in that morning detached from the flight of the centuries that fled its white ship to the water without waves where your voice and my song swam sad I love you in pain Without crying that so many night has collected the sleep in the sky inverted in my pupils to look at Teen The undermined voice of my noise of centuries I love you in the reflective insomnia from where it has returned from birds My spirit I love you My love escapes slightly from expressions and routes and is breaking shadows and reaching your image from the innocent point where I am grass and triune who says that absence causes forgetfulness to deserve from all forgotten the true firm and in love is when it is absent more lost revives the memory its sense solitude raises its care to find one's good so far away to make one's desire more ardent the wounds in the given do not heal even if the look that caused them ceases if they remain confirmed in the soul that if one is with many because they flee from the one who stabbed him they will not be better healed for that reason As I anticipate the loss A heart that floats and survives the flood of dreams enclosed in bubbles like armor against victory Agendas that do not even leave their cage of soap dead on the shower plate Today is an epilogue The hours build their coffin next to my pillow The impatient lips of the night heal you while they open The smell of the stone leads you if they harass the soul of the Stone, if the tender mineral heart drink, it is your time, it is the night, so you will say that you have been robbed with or a novice wine, and you will become a sharp stone, like a sharp liquid, cleanses like opium, gold and you will be your barter and alliance, so you will say that the one that is with you and carries an unequal air to the scales between stars, the identical more favorable, your nocturnal work, rare is the one that shows smile and shouting. words like stars and listen on a piano smooth as a star

I love this photo I have always loved my body, my favorite part is my big tail hehe I don't know if you agree I love my butt fills me with pride to see the woman I am every day changing and improving foolish men that to the woman for no reason without seeing that you are the occasion of the same as without with unparalleled eagerness you request your since you act well if the bad you fight his resistance and then with gravity that it was lightness that made the diligence seem wants the boldness of your crazy opinion and the child who lays the coconut and then has him mie with foolish presumption to find the one you are looking for to pretended Thais and in possession Lucretia what humor can be stranger the one who lacked advice the same fogs the mirror and feels that it is not clear with the favor and disdain you have the same condition, complaining if the if they want it, good opinion no one wins, for the one who redeems herself the most if she does not admit it is ungrateful, and her admitting is light, you are always so foolish that with unequal level you go for cruel and another for easy, for how must what your love intends be tempered, if she who is ungrateful offends and she who is easy angers more in anger and shame that your referee and good there is the one who does not want and complains in good time your lovers suffer pains to their freedoms wings and then make them bad find very good what greater fault has she had in a wrong passion the one who falls from the throw or the one who begs to cause him more than to blame, even if any evil is done by the one who sins for the pay or the one who pays for sinning, for for because you have quarrels as you make them or do as you seek, stop soliciting and then with all the more reason you will accuse the hobby of which you forced it to beg well with many weapons, I fund that your arrogance borders on a promise, in instance together devil flesh and world, my beautiful love, my greatest illusion, your beautiful eyes

here a clear example of what I wrote above love and love woman I am always give the best of me always. I love desoirán I, with the body crisp, with the desires stirred, in the spice of our desires. with the hole of your smile with your rock neglected, with the profusion of our agony, then I will know how to taste the loneliness of my hours, those who do not understand watches, knowing that I keep inside mua all your damp memories, fill me with you fill every pore with the insistence of your tongue, turn me the loneliness, break it with your fingers those that occupy, now all my spaces, give me shelter from hunger. In your arms, born of you every night wrapped between your branches. in you every one of my mornings my days are a new sun for you life mia linda tomorrowIf CU you do not reach the words to describe what your favorite person makes you feel, get inspired by these poems to express your feelings. Dedicate these long poems full of emotions and share their beauty with that special person for you.