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Sonetto
My Sonnet is cantante, is vibrant
as was formerly sing in Provance
has no oitavas or métricas
My love does not fit in such poetics
He finally speaks of my heart is
the time who does not can measure
the same time that can not I belie
All the love that i have for you
I love you more often today
subtly in love in displicente way
who does want nothing, that only belongs
I love you in my imperfect sonnet
I love you in verses my poorly done way
But it's truly love my romantic say
poem
by
Mirna Morgan
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