. Of that you say to the love that does not come to my house, that it does not visit me that does not touch to my door.
There are already many betrayals and disappointments, and my heart is weak, exhausted and without strength.
Pestilence of hate to love, which have plunged me into a gloom of hatred, loneliness and sadness.
. The sun does not reflect my shadow anymore, and at night the sky does not show me the stars.
Friend cupid I want to ask you the favor, to tell love, not to come to my heart today.
I am already busy tending to my friend the loneliness and the sadness of my tears.
Tears that are lost in my dark room, damp and cold because of my tears of pain, sadness and nostalgia to want your presence that is only absence.
Friend Cupid, I want to ask you the favor, to tell the love, not to visit me, much less come to my house and touch the door of my heart ...
Here I am again, with another of my poems for you to enjoy.
Excuse my absence by this means, it is just that the signal of the Internet BAM is terrible.
I would like to share more poems, writings, letters, and interesting articles for the community
but I have had many setbacks.
It is but your understanding, that soon I will be more active by this means.
The poem to which I wrote and published is a matter of my inspiration, seeing a couple of friends discuss and separate after so much time together.
In this case of separation from my friends, he was more interested than love.
What a sadness for my friends, but that's life, hopefully they will heal and rectify, and if not,
that someday give love a chance again.
The image shared here is from the Internet, which I downloaded and published due to its resemblance to the theme of my posts.
Friends excuse my bad English here show in this posts.
if there is a word that does not match, it is that I use the google translator and it tends to change and distort some words.