I know well that I'm losing you. Poem.

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I know well that I'm losing you.

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When I look at you so indifferent
with the lost and distant look,
I feel like I'm losing your love,
the most beautiful that I took.

Contemplating your clear face,
no longer has your candid smile,
and my figure has disappeared
of interest to your populated file.

I know well that I'm losing you
and there is little I can do,
the garden roses have faded
and my sky is no longer blue.

You go like the waves of the sea
which in turn are water on the fingers,
and I listen to melodies in my silence
songs of the saddest singers.

I can do very little to hold you back,
well, you always protested my little care
and since I lose you, I know it's very complex
that I can take on such a tough dare.