(2) Poetic Letters. The choice.

You did not let the choice,
You had already made your road,
While I had a hope,
While I had a chance
To tell you with insistence.

This love, which overflows in my heart,
This love, that I carry with weal,

  I was as troubled,
By your words unbridled,
While I had to speak,
While I had the strength
To tell you those sweetness.

This love, which overflows in my heart,
This love, that I carry with weal,

You left without a glance,
And I stayed in silence,
While I had to dry my tears,
While I needed time
To tell you the desire.

This love, which overflows in my heart,
This love, that I carry with weal,

I read our letters sentimental,
I cried, I was impressionable,
While I had to win this battle,
While I had the courage
To tell you seeing our images.

This love, which overflows in my heart,
This love, that I carry with weal,

Chance made us meet,
Surprisingly, you had not forgotten,
While I had to decide,
While I needed have the choice
To tell you that I had left drop.

This love, that overflowed in my heart,
This love, that I wore with weal.

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