Like a train that stops at every station
You have stopped by my heart
It wasn´t planned, desired,
Nor dreamed
It was unpretentiously,
Involuntarily conquered.
Sorrows come and go
It is difficult to surrender ignoring who
I´m surrendering myself to
That sentiment, voluptuously
Took over my modest being
Scourge of a mere wish
Groomed of a deserving deed
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