To love is to see, day by day, Not only the beauty But also the ache Not just the joy But also sorrow. In the act of loving, There’s the act of accepting The part hidden from beauty The part that doesn’t shine— To inevitably accept sorrow someday. Love is a pact of acceptance: To accept losses, To gain forgiveness, To ask for apologies, To share the bread, To share the floor, To accept the “no,” To be fascination. Love is habit, Touch, Lust, Instinct, Fact, Absence in days of hiatus, The strength of a volcano, Desire on fire, Obstination. Love is also tenderness. Life passes, Sometimes harsh— And there, That is love, And gentleness. © MATH.JOmore

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I saw you again in my dreams It’s always the same If you come, you make me feel so good and then you go and I wake with a longing for peace And I find you in the past, among the impossible things that I once did If you ever come again, do it this way — give me a kiss, then go for good and I will love you always Because all the good you bring me Belongs to the time Of things that end And afterward there’s always This maybe This maybe this maybe You make me feel so good and then you go and I wake with a longing for peace Because all the good you bring me Belongs to the time Of things that end And afterward there’s always This maybe This maybe this maybe You make me feel so good and then you go and I wake with a longing for peace And I find you in the past, among the impossible things that I once did Because all the good you bring me Belongs to the time Of things that end And afterward there’s always This maybe This maybe this maybe I find you in the past, among the impossible things that I once didmore