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You who make the world
something more than a sphere
you who look at me
you who are jealous of me
You hurt me
You give me life….
You who build me
You who annihilate me
You who destroy me
You who revive me…
How nice it is to say
that I am only yours
the compass of my eyes
are her hips
and I do nothing else
but continue waiting
for a furtive kiss
for any kiss
From a caress of yours
a kiss a brokenness
I had to be a woman
to like you so much
How nice it is to say
that I am only yours
from you, from you, from you,
I say that to be discreet
from you, from you, from you,
it sounds better when it's secret
Because such a love
clandestine and trench
sounds better when
it's yours.
You make a sin
any miracle
you put the world in here
what was in the way goes outside
You although absent
You always stay
You have another story
You carry a war
you chose me for revenge
and I celebrate your idea…
How nice it is to say
that I am only yours
yours, yours, yours,
I say this to be discreet
of You, yours, yours,
sounds better when it's secret…
Because a love so
clandestine and in the trenches
sounds better when
it's yours…< br/>