your presence is required,
warm innocence,
my mouth misses you
which calls you unintentionally.
I will write my story with the Gloria word,
because the morning is lit next to you,
the truth and the lie is called Gloria.
Gloria, the environment misses you,
the sky misses you,
burn me in your fire, melt me in snow
which freezes my chest.
I am waiting you, Gloria.
You are a smiles camp,
water in desert, opened heart,
adventure of my mind, of my table and my bed,
of the garden of my present,Gloria, I am waiting you, Gloria.
Gloria, the day is waiting for you
and while everyone sleeps,
she invents scent between the trees
in a magic land for whom it breaths fog,
for whom breaths anger, you melt yourself in her kisses,
you strip provoking and I make shadows on the ceiling,
while thinking for Gloria.
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Gloria, the environment misses you,
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warm innocence,
my mouth misses you
which calls you unintentionally.
I will write my story with the WORD Gloria,
because the morning is lit UP next to you,
the truth and the lie ARE called Gloria.
Gloria, the environment misses you,
the sky misses you,
burn me in your fire, melt me in snow
which freezes my chest.
I am waiting FOR you, Gloria.
You are a FIELD OF smiles,
water in THE desert, opened heart,
adventure of my mind, of my table and my bed,
of the garden of my present, Gloria, I am waiting FOR you, Gloria.
Gloria, the day is waiting for(1) you
and while everyone sleeps,
she invents AROMA between/AMONG the trees
in a magic land for whom [] breathEs the fog,
for whom breathEs anger, you melt [] in her kisses,
you strip provoCATIVELY and I make shadows on the ceiling,
while thinking OF/ABOUT Gloria.
(1) Right! :-)
Thank you Matt, seeing my mistakes is surprising
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