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Antonella Bucci
Miscellaneous
Yours I Love You
The mill is still there, covered in weeds now
Our names on the beech tree and then: I
love
you.
How much embarrassment in us, we had never felt
are you sure that you want me...Then the day comes that you have to
leave, I look around like a swan in agony.
I will miss you, I would follow you, I would transform myself into a cloud,
it is not liveable to call you and you are not here yet... and yours...
.. .Seventh of December goodbye, at the station, I was there too
remember that you are mine...With the handkerchief, hand in the air
in the wake, then throw myself into bed, the crying that doesn't it goes further...
...it's already like this, write to me as soon as you can that you'll be back...looking for you...
...I don't forget yours: I don't
of
I will leave
never nor the song
that you wrote for me, now who will you tell:
All
you
need
is
love...?...I would make myself small in your eyes...
...I will wait for you until I get yours back...