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What would be the best way to love,
How we could cultivate our emotions? …
Under the fatigue of my disillusions,
One love recipie I was to search.
What consists the ideal love? …
In the poetry, the answers I looked for,
In my chest of old lovers, I rummaged
To conclude that love must be essential,
Infinite, very strong - in greatness -,
Spotless, rare and sweet - in pureness -,
Honest, based on loyalty,
It must create desire, perpetual fountain of passion,
Calm sheap in a sea of understanding,
Floating in happiness waves…
© Oriza Martins