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Love the PianoYesterday, late in the morning, I entered the empty room Contemplative, looked at the pictures of your beauty I saw the love in your eyes, and in the back of the room I saw the piano in white, the painting of yourself! * * In the time-consuming steps, so close, rested On the bank of pianist poise, I dreamed I dreamed the melody with the pulp of the fingers nimble ... I stroked each key, binary colors .. Fragile! * * When you arrive, engaging smile of tenderness Melodic feel on the lips "pianette" burning The touch of your hand, gentle love, hot The two hands, played the melody bubbly! * * * * Then dance to the music imaginary Elegant, cute: you are kings, without You invite me, I rise, - secure your hand region We are one, tuned in love, living in tune!! te amo my duncan of ceizar with love Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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