Messenger of the Violets
You are the messenger of the violets.
Of all the flowers the most beautiful
Your songs are like clarinets played by the angels.
In your face the smile of a princess
I do not know who else to ask
If I stop with this dream
Or I keep dreaming.
Maybe love is cruel to those who love
Maybe love do not wait
For whoever loves suffers and struggles
By simple privilege
Of being able to love
💙
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