for love is forgiven for love life is given for love everything is given because love does not have to be a love whatever love is a word but loving with the soul is something perfect loving with the soul is better than there in life do not let anyone tell you that you do not have to love because love does not exist love exists even if it is a love hippo or a mor of chantages never stop thinking that love does not exist because love if true love exists if love exists It is never perfect, but if you are sincere when someone does not love you, you can see that they do not love you because they were hurt before and fear that they will hurt you again. Love may be a hypocrite, but no matter how hypocritical it is, it is still love love of chantages a love hippogrito do not say goodbye because to such a one is love and you will see that if you say goodbye it will hurt you later because that love if it was real love if it was that person who loved you to someone else say the love comes in different forms one does not choose love love is everything so don't let everything end because of some mistakes then it will hurt
talk about the diamond light daniela
Respuestas
Respuesta:
Very beautiful, good poet Daniela
Explicación:
Respuesta:
I love you at ten in the morning, and at one time,
and at twelve o'clock in the day. I love you with all my soul and
with my whole body, sometimes, on rainy afternoons.
But at two in the afternoon, or at three, when I
I think about the two of us, and you think about the
food or in daily work, or in amusements
that you don't have, I start to hate you deaf, with
Half the hate I keep for myself.
Then I love you again, when we go to bed and
I feel that you are made for me, that somehow
Your knee and your belly tell me that my hands
they convince me of it, and that there is no other place in
Where I come from, where I go, better than you
body You come whole to meet me, and
we both disappear for a moment, we get inside
in the mouth of God, until I tell you that I have
hunger or sleep.
Every day I love you and I hate you hopelessly.
And there are days too, there are hours, when
I know you, in that you are foreign as the woman
on the other, men worry me, I worry
I am distracted by my sorrows. You probably don't think
in you for a long time. You see who
Could I love you less than I do, my love?
Analysis of the poem: one of the love poems that focuses on the small details of living together and the emotional impact that all this has.
The poet asks his love to write to him, by Federico García Lorca
Love from my bowels, long live death,
in vain I wait for your written word
and I think, with the flower that fades,
that if I live without me I want to lose you.
The air is immortal. The inert stone
neither knows the shadow nor avoids it.
Inner heart don't need
the frozen honey that the moon pours.
But I suffered you. I tore my veins
tiger and dove, on your waist
in duel of bites and lilies.
So fill my madness with words
or let me live in my serene
night of the soul forever dark.
Explicación:
you are the love of my life