I love you so much that your fucking nature is that, I do not make poetry and songs of it. I listen to your betrayals and accept them as they come and go. My heart for you has no limits.
You have those manias of asking the reasoning and understanding of the screws of a clock. You have upset me and left me with the head on the pillow and a whim on the lips. But as I love you without rules I adore your incomprehensible.
T.A.
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