bare hands dug
your words in my soul, I felt your fingers
penetrate a layer of hard granite,
you hurt in your hands but you did not
surrendered,
have worked day and night because you knew
that under that layer
'd find, and land softer
still under your treasure is,
made of gems sparkling
colorful, rare and beautiful, you will know that
embed in your empty soul.
Now we are one,
soul shining
with its light of joy.
cover you with kisses
your hands to heal them, I will go down too
scars,
and the heat of our love ...
.... will always be summer.
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