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You have filled my head with Roses And now you are gone. . . . I can still touch you with my imagination Somewhere on the horizon of my happiness . . . So far and so close . . . Like the shadow of an idea That has addicted each cell of my blood, Flowing through me with every heartbeat. . . . Forever chained in the handcuffs of Roses, I dress every night with the memories of your caresses And every morning I tie on around my waist The dream of your hug. . . . Since you have filled my head with Roses, Moving away, together with my peace, On the Horizon of My Happiness, Wounded by the Fruit of Love I am waiting for YOU to be tasted, To become again a River of Passion, To become again a Poem of Love, and give it to you On the Horizon of OUR Happiness. |