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My love how many years have gone from my life before I met you
My heart did not see one joy before I met you
My heart did not taste other than the taste of wounds before I met you
Only now I begin to love my life because I am with you
Only now I begin to fear that the age would pass
O life of my heart, O more precious than my life ❤❤
This poem by
@gug711