I wish these dreams stop
because when I wake up my hands tremble
And I know it is the fault of what I have, I carry in my heart
a love so sublime and intense
that causes chills adn desires
where everyone thinks it's just an illusion
only because I see how this is impossible
why I feel so strong
be judged weak, dull
may be only an instinct
I follow when you're near
and accelerated heart asks in intimate
it is love that is possible...our love anr real love.
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