Pangram of love

The zephyr blows

when you kiss me

and the ice

immediately goes away.

How many tears

that hurt

and burn longings

without you.

For all the love it has

my spoilt heart

will give up

fleeing.

Soaked with love

I almost touch you

and, bowed,

I want that kiss.

My sweet beauty

I beg you

don't make me suffer

and come here.

Come to me

so that holds

and doesn't break

that beautiful thread.

That beautiful thread

which will never

dim

the azure of life.

30.11.'14

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