Romance

                What light is there in man?
                The desire to search for another
                and find in her own eyes
                where the crossroad of his life lie.

                I dream in anguish
                of everything gone by.
                Love loss and forbidden
                by a wall of oblivion.


              Pride is not honor;
              needfull but not decent.
              I hate the forebearance
              of a love forlorned.

              Back to the loneliness
              of yesterday.
              What is my prowess?
              Endurance of a naive.

              Beyond, beyond, beyond.
              Between the cracks
              I scratch
              to find the estacy beyond.

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