A Last Poem

The shadow's, cut my meat,

Drink the blood of my vain;

Making me believe,

That's an another love, again.

But, if the pain, it's in my face;

If my days, are of sorrows,

I never more go to the place,

Be I will cry again tomorrow!

My heart! How his burning!

And never stop to falling;

Never is capable to learning,

Never stoped, my darling!

In the fire of love,

The pleasure of passion,

Will you talking with God,

With that confession?

And when I cross the line,

Of the life and dead,

I will take a bottle of wine,

And drunked, what I don't have!

You are my life, you are my air;

I hope touch your skin ,

But I am not yet in there,

Pained, it's what I scream!

When the moon with the darkness fight,

And scream, because it's close the time,

The time of the death of the night.

And all the sorrows, will be mine!

My heart!,

The life is losing,

He need's your warm,

Or he will stop to pulsing!

My love!

Can he alive,

Can he support,

With the pass of time?

Your beauty, my dear;

It's so pure

It's so near,

Darling, was be sure!

But, this is never end:

I will always love you!

Shall I told again, and again?

It's only, what I can do..