Corazón mío, tengo miedo de amarte
Y no amarte. No puedo dormir
En la oscuridad y solamente puedo
Dormir en la oscuridad.
Deseo llenar tu insomnio con
Mis cabellos de madreselva y
Mi fresca, piel de otoño. Quiero
Dar las sombras debajo de los ojos
Mis dos perfectos, senos blancos
De peonías para descansar en.
Respiraría para ti en la noche terrible,
Hasta que los pulmones se conviertan en
Las alas de la mariposa y vuelan lejos.
Por eso,
Tengo miedo de amarte y no amarte.
No puedo decir estas cosas y
Solamente puedo decir estas cosas.
My love, I am afraid of loving you
And of not loving you. I cannot sleep
In the dark and I can only
Sleep in the dark.
I wish to fill up your sleeplessness with
My honeysuckle hair and my
Cool, autumn skin. I want to
Give the shadows under your eyes
My two perfect, white
Peony breasts to rest upon.
I would breathe for you in the terrible night,
Until my lungs turn into
Butterfly wings and fly away.
For these reasons,
I am afraid of loving you and of not loving you.
I cannot say these things and I
Can only say these things.
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I love this one. Autumn, please keep writing!
“What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do”- Bob Dylan.
Autumn,
Thank you for the beautiful poem and the bags underneath my eyes.
The only thing harder than sleeping with you is sleeping without you.
You have nothing to be afraid of Miss Autumn. You are like no other person, humble and beautiful, yet sharp as a razor and tough as nails.
Thank god for NASCAR.
If only we could get a decent meal without crossing the river or going to the ocean.
Maybe the windy city will turn the tide on dinner.
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