Circunstances are just like battlements,
which can be fired but do not get easily damaged,
nothing can change their role in life,
as nobody can prohibit me to avow how much I want you...
Expectations about you and me,
is not what I am dying for,
because a callow boy like you, and forever you;
is all I need to refresh the air I breath...
Consternations with no value,
dreamful thoughts constantly evocated,
alter every beat of my heart,
and as soon as you appear, I notice you become a swain...
Consecuenses are like surplus on demand,
our bodies swaying to the music,
and being unconcious determinated as a good hostler,
now I can claim you as only mine forever...
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