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Only she and I know how to understand each other,
She is a canvas of verses,
hunter of dreams,
hungry for poetry,
with lips of caress and desire.
And I, the wandering navigator,
looking for the warmth of her skin,
I overflow my lyrics at dawn,
while her sighs wrap me in honey.
these longings to have us,
to wrap us in nights of longing.
we know that the world is alien,
but in our universe, we are owners.
and between verses and caresses,
only she and I, we reiterate the wait.