Dream boy

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When I imagined your touch
it was never as gentle as the one I got

When I wanted your lips
they were never as impatient as these, which are kissing me

When I saw a spark in your eye
It was never as genuine as the one you give me

The One that I wanted
never filled my blood and my thoughts
as tightly and warmly
as you do

The One that I asked for
was never as pure
and beautiful
as you are
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My Love

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So many things in you to dicover, my Love
So many touching wrinkles on your face
and each of them tells me
about anger and joy, which I didn't know

So many caves in your mind, my Love
and each of them has a secret for me to reveal
secret which tells about paths of your thoughts

So many things to read, my Love
So many smiles to know

I have time and passion
to know them slowly and accurately
I hope I manage to understand them all
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