No cure for love.
The bad times seem not so bad.)
In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.
I tried to forget a woman face.
Tried to forget those long legs.
Erode the memory of her beautiful body.
The restrains of grief and my frigid heart render me merciless and cold.
Allowing a trace of emotion to appear.
Now the twilight deepen.
Sweet and spiritual words.”My Poet.
Rest with me my love.
Let’s find a secret hostel.
Where two can unite against the world.”Her perfume intoxicated my senses.
My emotion and want begin to maneuver.
Her sweet smell of lilies began to awake
my impoverish heart.
She took me to the dance floor.
We do a Texas two-step.
Slow and easy.
Her sweet voice whispered to me.
I have tasted pain.
Swim in the misery of disappointment.”
“Tonight we must redeem our heart and soul.”
She gave me a soft gentle kisses.
Lay her head into my chest.
She looked into my eyes.
Her blue eyes kind and gentle. She told me.
“Even the unlucky can find love.”
“We must create a bridge.
Base on the real things that are important.
Make only true promises.
We expect to carry out.”
We sat by the river.
The Texas sun is appearing from the east.
A broken man and a Angel who lost her wings.
Today we begin a new dance.
In the paradise of love and emotion.
Sweet woman told me.
“We must live through hell.
To know love.”
I brought her close.
I whispered thank you.
I told her “love takes time and a lot of luck.”
I kissed her sweet lips.
Brought her close to me.
“We must strive to be kind.
Maybe the splendor of love.
Will come back.”
“Into our heart and soul? ”