Mario Marcou

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Real love

I can not love with my eyes
For the colour's are different dyes.
I can not love with my hands
For they lie in sifting sands.
I can not love with my feet
For they follow an uncertain street.
Love arrives in a storm
Hail and thunder guides the norm.
Yet I love in light
Breaks the silence of the night.
Yes I love in thought
What spirit brought.
Yes I love in all
That took me
To the greatest ball of all.
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