True Love Poems

True Love Poems

If I only touch the heart,
If only you to place your mouth in my heart,
your thin mouth, your teeth,
If you place your tongue as a red arrow poem
love poems there where my dusty heart beats,
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea, crying,
It would sound with a dark noise with sound of train with dream wheels
as hesitant waters,
as the autumn leaves,
as blood,
with a noise of flames wet burning heaven,
sounding like dreams or branches or rain,
or speakers of sad port;
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea,
as a white Ghost,
at the edge of the foam,
in half of the wind,
as a called ghost, at the edge of the sea, crying.

Extended absence as sudden Bell True Love Poems
the sea delivers the sound of the heart,
raining, sunset, in a single coast
night falls without doubt,
and his grim blue banner in shipwreck
It is found of silver enronquecida planets.

And it sounds like the heart like a sour snail,
called, oh sea, oh I am sorry, melted oh horror
spread misery and ramshackle waves:
the sound of the sea accused love poems
recostadas shadows, their green poppies.

If you did exist suddenly, in a bleak coast
surrounded by the dead day poems
from a new night love poems
full of waves,
and you soplaras in my heart of cold fear
You soplaras in the single blood from my heart,
You soplaras in its movement of pigeon with flames
they would sound his black syllables of blood,
grow its incessant red waters,
and would sound, would sound to shadows,
would sound like death,
He would call as a tube full of wind or crying
or a bottle throwing horror to GLUGs.

This is, and the lightning cover your braids
and the rain would come by your eyes open
to prepare the crying you deftly encierras,
and the black wings of the sea turn on lathe
you, with large claws and Caws, and flights.

Want to be ghost it blow solo?
the sea his sterile, sad instrument?
If you only llamaras,
his prolonged són, his evil pito love poems
order of injured waves,
Perhaps, someone would come
someone would come,
from the peaks of the Islands, from the red background of the sea,
someone come, someone would come.

Someone would come, blows with fury,
It sounds like broken boat siren,
as lament,
as a whinny in the middle of the foam and blood,
as a fierce biting be and playing water.

Marine station
its spiral of shade circulates as a cry,
birds of the sea dismiss it and flee,
their sound, their dismal bars lists
they stood on the shores of the ocean only.