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Dear love,
Be the wind that moves his hair,
That brings chills to his skin,
And then flows away,
For it has its own path to go,

Be the sun that shines,
That sends every energy of its,
And reflects on touching his skin,
to return back with glow,

Dear love,
Be the tree that grows strong
and enormously beautiful,
even though, each day, he plucks
its flower for that girl he likes,

And be the rain that falls,
over and over again,
quietly and gracefully on him,
just to feel him, as it strikes.

Dear love,
Be the moon that stays
awake every night with hope,
to watch him sleep with peace,
and goes away, when he wakes up

And be the old river that flows,
That looks at him as he looks at it,
and they both realize,
they can’t stay too long together.