I took a brush
And colours of course
This morning, as I do daily,
To paint the rest of your heart
With my love,
Forgetting the truth
That I painted it fully
Thousands of years ago.
Still I feel, my girl!
The beautiful silence of your embraces
And the colours of your senses,
That I stole from you
In those seductive moments,
And in that eternal fragrance
I shall live for thee.
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