The Plea of a Dog ❤
You drive me out of your house like I'm a sick dog.
Like a plague that pervaded a feverish body
What good is it to love you sweetly?
If you now throw me here in the cold
When you were with me yesterday
Savoring my hot kisses
Delivering madly
I do not know why you think it's a sin
I do not know why I have to beg at your feet.
Love does not know the verb sin
Love is the fruit of absinthe
The tear of a star
Who cries while enjoying
The only verb that love knows
It is the conjugation of the perfect love
Where two bodies conjugate together
The verb to love
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