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Maria Maria Poem
Before I meet you,
Before seeing your eyes,
the mirror of soul
I didn't knew
one simple word:
That love exists beyond time
above any obstacle,
giving color to each destiny.
Before I didn't seen the beauty
of a rainy day
And i never heard the magic song of heart.
That all it was before knowing you.
After, when I see you
I know just a simple word:
That I can't live without you.
I know the meaning of tears
Which are not from rainy days
And I know more than ever
That I "miss you" are not simple words.
Copyright © Maria Maria | Year Posted 2012
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Maria Maria Poem
When i'm looking to the sea
Its like I see your eyes behind
the waves which dissapear
in a moment of a regret.
And it never returns back
are losted forever in the deepest sea
with the unwritten poem of heart.
The waves seems to understanding the pain
hidden it on the sea.
No trace of hope
on the unknown sea,
the silent before storm.
The waves of time
will wear the sad poem of heart
beyond destiny.
After time when i'm listening the farytale of sea
remains just the regret
To never see on the mirror of sea your eyes
because they are look at me
from a magic land,
From heaven,
they are becoming a cold star
in the infinity of night.
Copyright © Maria Maria | Year Posted 2012
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Maria Maria Poem
You are the best thing
That happens in my life,
You are kindness and goodness
both for my heart.
You are love and hope
which makes my life
a place from heaven.
You are an angel with silver wings
who brings me happiness,
who cares me, wear my soul
when is hurt
To magic paths of dreams
Where all seems to be a fairytale.
You are the magic drop of light
Who lights on each day of my life,
with smile of an angel
You're all for me,
You are my mother,
thank you
Copyright © Maria Maria | Year Posted 2012
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Maria Maria Poem
Nothing is more precious
Like to see a day lost in the sunset
with all the clouds
Painted in magic colors.
So wonderful
like the simplicity of darkness
which lays the stars
behind the infinity of night.
Nothing is more precious
like a magic moon
that throws flashes of stars,
in the mystery of night .
Nothing is more precious
than to see love
in simple things.
Nothing is more precious
than your life,
than your desire to live.
Copyright © Maria Maria | Year Posted 2012
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