Like that rejuvenating wine,
Perfect in spite of being the one beyond it’s time.
Thinks my senses will our story go on like this forever,
Says my heart never has any reason to love you less ever.
The stories that the world knows,
In all the written texts day by day grows.
Then leave love those tales of fiction,
I write you this with all my diction.
I write these texts with the ink of my fervor,
forbids my pen to go out of such ardor.
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