Confession of love
You do not know with that immense sadness I make it this declaration of love.
E much more of what everything that you could imagines.
It could if deferential, more easy if you it had understood everything since the start, you it did not understand nothing or it dissimulated.
It cannot have nothing more sincere in the world that my love for you.
E how much that I feel I do not have doubts, More aches not to be corresponded.
You act the same rejected undoing of my feeling.
I am certain of that taste very of you, would not have!
It sees as the love is strange, comes as if it was for the force of destination, moving in the deep one of our being, we do not know when nor because, only appears taking possetion of our heart, transforming - naked into a innocent toy.
I am certain, I all offer to my love you.
Perhaps after as much time and of many frustrations, you did not know that:
Each day that passes knows how much that I want you of my side, each time more, even so ours misunderstanding has in the confused one very.
Plus this it does not want to say nothing because our love of long ago not born in the kingdom between-in.
I am alone here, with my broken heart, but now I know how much I feel its absence.
I do not want imagines that in its heart they more do not exist nothing, that I am not its love. Therefore I find that we had to change ideas of new seeing if we thus obtain to discover a new love, a better love, a happy end.
Hélio Pereira Banhos
Hélio Pereira Banhos
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