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I always keep silent in silence my somber pain,
everything is incomplete if I don't shade it;
life, like a canvas, we colour,
with joyful tones and weeping greys.
In love it's like that too,
the red of the rose symbolises the feeling,
nothing compares to the passion lived,
when your lips stain my eyes with life.
I always keep my words of love secret,
my heart beats for you with fervour;
joys and sorrows in you I find,
in your arms refuge, in your arms comfort finding.