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Här följer en kvickt ihopsnickrad dikt innehållandes väldigt mycket kärlek till Lina: If I was a painter, I’d put colour to my love. Had I been a singer, I’d chant you to skies. If I had the gift, I’d sculpture us embracing. I wish I was an actor now, for my play would be for you. These are not my blessings but I’ll give you what I can. A hug (or two), a smile (until you smile for me) and all the burning fire of my beating heart.
Annons