My love …

My love is from a faraway place
where nostalgia grows.
My love is unsteady and inconsolable
dressed in anxiety and joy.
My love is seldom, but common,
is plenty of dreams, but truthful,
it is sun and palm,
always reliable and legitimate.
My love loves so much,
with defects and virtues.
My love will stay with you,
and never escape …
My love is the love of a refugee,
nothing more, nothing less…❤

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