Collection of hidden treasure of life
Mixture of much pleasure and sorrow,
Seclusion opens the pages of history
Vivifies every pages of the past with a blow;
The heart shines sharpening the secrets
The time of mistakes and penance has gone,
Only to live burning in remorse and sorrow
Your absence I feel every moment not oblivion.
Plenitude of love; idol of loyalty and sincerity
You took everything with you and made me helpless.
Whether living or nonliving, they all lament
Hope for your soft caress, love and sweet voice.
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