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It's still a mystery

It's still a mystery

It's still a mystery how you stole my heart away

I didn't expect it to be so easy to love the way I do for you

It's a mystery how your presences till leaves me vibrant

It's still a mystery how  you steal my breath away

I didn't believe I'd be knocked senseless Knowing you

It's a mystery how I understand you even without words.

It's still a mystery how your voice steals my attention away

I didn't expect my body and soul to tremble Just looking at you.

It's a mystery how your touch brings me healing.

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Lucas Lazar

Love in the distance and also in the vicinity is a mystery yet to be deciphered what drives a heart to love another in freedom and without condition? When one loves no words needed, you have and it is located next to the beloved person, love breaks barriers and goes beyond distances becoming an eternal spring. When love is forever because when love dies it does so because it was never love, but a mirage of desire and pleasant dreams.

A greeting, an impeccable writing about this illusion called love.

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Lucas Lazar

When people are rubbing their bodies and their masks are known, but when the poets intimates and share their poems which are known is his soul and his true face. Greetings, I love your way of making poetry

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sparrowsong

Hello Cleo...

Thanks for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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