Love, Desperate. Poem by bernard chenier

Love, desperate.
The sunset, won't come.
Laure, I didn't want to get lost.
In my despair.
Laure, I didn't want to get lost,
In spite of the love, be the Temple of the Sun.
But you will come when - even
with your burnt body, by the salty sea.
The day without you, won't come.
For you I offer you the love.
But I cannot go toward you.
But I would when-even go toward your c.ur.
Laure in the infinite space, and of the.illets on his/her body
you will probably arrive, in this space in love.
Through your desire insaissisabe, to want it to like.
Nor the night nor the day, cannot stop me from liking you.
For you that to want, not to lose you.
Laure for me, your so so wanted body.