Platonic Love
Our platonic love
Love. What is that? Love or love? Between? Between us?
Or between God and a sinner? Love kids, feel hearts
Hmm, maybe I am a suffering companion of platonic love
Yes, maybe no. But real my love. Real is my only love; bye
I loved this woman, a warehouse worker loved an arrogant...
… an arrogant heart, a life, a life, but she didn’t need lives.
I loved this arrogant English woman, hmm, my heart is broken, dark
There is no light, dark caress on my face and in my soul; Love?
Please, you are a memory in my life, but understand me, like
I am yours, just find my life, and our lives, they are in the sky
Platonic love, you are in the cloud of my mind, loving an airy heart
Yours, all the emotions are yours, and I understand you, this is sure
Vilmos
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