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Under the soft caress of the rain
In poetry my heart confesses
To have known you overwhelms it 
Your eyes, your smile, your beauty.
You are sweetly flirtatious
In an instant you stole my attention
Also the inspiration of my lyrics
And without her what kind of poet am I?
Of those who live like dreamers
And out of dreams they build verses
Of those who overcame their fears 
Of their maidens to steal a kiss.
Of those who said "No" to them
A burning and forbidden lips
Of those who for a disappointment
Have created the most beautiful books.
I thank you then for your decision
Though it caused my heart sorrow
But that's the poet that I am
And today I have written a new poem.
With it the illusion doesn't die
To steal a tender kiss from you
What can I do? If I'm a dreamer
Telling his life in verse.