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love. my love duncan chappellWhen you find someone and that someone makes your heart stops working for a few seconds, pay attention. It may be the most important person in your life. If the eyes are crossed and now there is the same glare among them, stay alert: may be the person you're waiting for since the day he was born. If the touch of the lips is intense, if the kiss is passionate and eyes replenish water, be aware: there is something magical between you. If the first and last thought of the day for that person, if the will of being together hurts, thank God sent you a divine gift: love. of ceizar souza for duncan my love true If someday you have to apologize to one another for any reason and in turn receive a hug, a smile, a pat on the hair and gestures worth more a thousand words, give yourself: you were made for each other. If for any reason you're sad, if life gave you and a trailing else suffer their suffering, cry your tears and wipe them with tenderness, what a wonderful thing: you can count on it in any moment of his life. If you can smell it in my mind of the person as if she were there on their side ... if you find the wonderfully beautiful, even though she is old pajamas, flip-flops and hair tangles ... If you can not work right all day, eager for the meeting that is scheduled for the night ... if you can not imagine, so none, a future without the person next to you ... If you are sure you will see the person getting old and even then have the belief that it will continue to be crazy about it ... if you prefer die before starting to see the other: it is the love that came into his life. It is a donation. Many people fall in love many times in life, but little love or find true love. Or sometimes find and not to provide attention to these signs, let the love go, without letting it happen truly. It is free will. So watch the signs, do not let the follies of everyday life leave him blind to the best thing in life: love. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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