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Ya no sé cómo decirte que te quiero.
que hoy eres mis noches y mis días,
y a veces tengo miedo que la oscuridad se acerque a mi.

que hoy eres todo
y a veces me nubla la idea de que no pueda estar contigo

que hoy por ti daría la vida
aunque veces no puedo ni cargar los resabios de lo que queda de la mía.

que hoy entregaría mi corazón por tus lágrimas
para que ni en sueños tengas el sentimiento de llorar lo perdido

que hoy sé que amo
aunque a veces el amor se pierde en las dudas de mi alma.

que hoy me muero por volverte a besar
porque a veces pienso que no he probado miel más dulce que la de tus labios

que hoy eres mi motivo para volver hacer poesía
y sé que ninguna de las frases se acerca a la forma de los versos

que hoy eres la dulce muerte de la espera
con el ánimo convencido de que voy a amar a ese corazon

que hoy eres todo mi tiempo
aunque a veces me hacen falta tantos momentos para quererte

Hoy eres mi motivo
y a eso no tengo nada que pueda contrariarlo.

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