dream season

dream season


do not ever express hatred
although the heart would not
because I did not know
since when I love you

let dreams fly
with your shadow
if your body is no longer independent

because the boat display was
cross a ocean of love
and is now anchored in your heart
I did not know why the wave
did not take me sailing again

love is not a honey
but love is the spirit of things
believe me, this season is still beautiful
and I'll stay until flamboyant
must fall, and I imagine
you pick it up .... with a smile
and your beautiful eyes say
"This is my love ......"