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Click hereAmante, there are sorrowful pools in our eyes.
Sometimes we drown in the depths in our eyes.
Those nights are ancient, they bleed memories.
We fall together, breaking rules in our eyes.
Forget what love is; it's on the tip of my tongue.
The world and we two are fools in our eyes.
Look here at them striated amber and dark.
Our souls are gifts rare as jewels in our eyes.
Pájaro triste, míreme y vea el Sol en esta noche.
Míreme, míreme before night cools in our eyes.
Comfort with kisses; it's on the tip of my tongue.
Unravel the hours, unlearn the schools in our eyes.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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The Spanish language can be such a passionate expression of affection. This series of poems only confirms that.
seduces me more and more.
I want to hear you whisper to me in spanish, gaze in your eyes, and place rose petals on your bed for you to sleep on.
Some of the most passionate poetry I've ever read.
Gracias mi querida