Always Alone

Always Alone Poems

The news arrived,

carried by the breeze in the night.
...

My every desire is to be your sweetheart again
Are all my dreams of our reuniting delusions?
You have your brilliant dream and I have forgetting.
Our paths have parted, have parted and it was long ago
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I flip through the daily pages and do infantile things
I sit in a coffee house, sit in a coffee house waiting
In the horoscopes section I search for the constellation of love
Help me constellation of love
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It has never happened
That I have loved with this much depth
It hasn't happened...
It has never happened
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To the land of desire
And beat the shores of her breasts
Like angry thunder or lightening
For in the past I have never been in love
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It has never happened
That love has brought me a woman even to hang
I did not know one before you
You dominated me... you took my weapons
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It has never happened, my lady
That I have tasted fire... and tasted the burn
Be certain my lady
A thousand like me will love you
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I've been in need for ages for a woman to make me sad
For a women for me to cry in her arms like a sparrow
For a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
Teach me your love milady my worst habits
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Make my passion grow
Oh beautiful fit of madness
Sparrow of my heart my April
Oh sand of the sea and soul of my soul
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She spread the sea sand and slept and was covered with the sun

And became like the fire my nerves they are related the sweet is felt
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O the owner of the vinous body the sea sand is warmar or my chest

From my age by your life O my age is my groan of wishing and crumbling
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Are you elated that your love kills me,

and that whatever you ask of my heart
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They said, tomorrow is the separation from the beloved;

I said rather tomorrow is the death of my soul,
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When I embraced you so close,

I thought the fire of my passion would die down;
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The Best Poem Of Always Alone

The News Arrived

The news arrived,

carried by the breeze in the night.

It was whispering to the gardens.

Roses were bright with joy.

Flowers cried.

People's passion flooded

and filled the streams.

He is back home,

after all those bitter years.

And now,

The sleepless eyes have had rest.

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