No Love Ever Dies
Are we still dreaming and hoping
that nothing changes our longing,
or what we have envisioned?
Is it a paradise wrongly imagined,
or something soon to be realized?
Can dreams be easily explained?
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Not seeing clouds in our sky promises joy,
we walk slowly to find a quite place to embrace;
our faces reflect the August sunset set ablaze...
does intense desire promise true estacy?
Are we still dreaming and hoping
we'll find that rose without thorns,
those lips that don't steal kisses,
those arms that don't stop holding?
Have we ever thought that no love ever dies
despite the memory of those unforgettable lies?
If nothing is for certain, why love madly
and give the illusion that it surely will last...
when the truth is different from reality?
Can we simply be realistic and honest?
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