My Stories Of You (chapter eleven)

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The whales are fishing our hearts, from the other side of the world

proof that the giants were missing something important

as we all do.

It's almost like the battle of Troy,

heroes killing one another on the Plains of Love,

for the chance that maybe

maybe

you love them too.

And you are white and freckled, as the creatures on the moon,

that dance with the sun in his great eclipses.

You're a miracle of a girl,

beyond the beauty of Cleopatra or Helen of the Troy.

Even the great Babylon lost, in it's bet to reach you, so

how can you expect me

to remain untouched

by this impossible love of yours.

Grilling my heart in hell, at the cost of your love,

I break all the bottles,

and let the sins come out once again.

Mouth full of love, I take all I can get

before you'll refuse my kisses forever.

This land of brave words,

and eleventh part of a love,

is not even close of a masterpiece,

but it is the way I love you.

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