I had a dreadful dream:
no water there to drink,
no food, no heat, no care,
no sense to all my days.
The fight I started first,
to win I did my worst.
I hurt not being aware,
and I mistook again.
To cry burst out I first,
you dried my tears with love.
I understood but then,
the war started again.
It was my fault, your tears,
too late they woke me up.
You were already broken.
Your tears in front of mine.
I understood too late
all my mistakes with you.
I wanted to be buried
for what my blindness did.
I think that our love
too strong is to be torn.
Thanks God, we're still in love:
more happy than before.
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