בבלוג זה
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I love you.
That is my truth.
Do I understand it? No!
I don't even know if I could live up to it.
I love you.
You will ask: How much?
Is it really necessary to tell
you?
Suddenly, you've become everything.
My serenity,
my
true love.
You'll then ask:
What is "true?"
That's fine, I'll tell you
"true"
is to feel you,
that I take you inside me
that I lose you and I don't have you,
it's to feel that I forget you and I cry and sigh
it's to know that you are not mine,
and to know you never will be.
It's to miss you and go crazy without seeing you,
without speaking to you,
without kissing you.
It's to touch your skin, your lips, your fingers.
It's wanting to feel myself inside you, deep inside you.
It's talking to myself, alone, about you...
I love you.
What else could I tell you?
I love you, I want you, I need you.
And to finish, you can ask (once again):
How much?
But that, you will never know.