That the hash winter has begun and without me your body remains frozen,
that one plus one doesn't turn out to be two if I am absent

That your heart is unemployed and that love only works when we fix our love,
that kills and is painful when I shoot you sometimes with my indifference

That roses hidden in the garden below your navel wilts and that I am the gardener who tends to take care of it,
that the space of your bed becomes wide at night,and only with my presence can you fill it

That I am the seven day of your week and the twenty-four hours of your desire,
that you want a rainbow in the sky of your back after rain my kisses on it

That you prefer me a poor rich in love,than a rich with poor feelings,
that I am not handsome or I am not perfect,but you admire with beauty my qualities and defects

Come and tell me!

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