Poetry love is present in sleep

The span of my heart slashed
The face of the old love
Comes in sleep

My night is full of dreams
The meeting is unspoiled
Rays on the other end
Attack you

You ever said
If I miss you
Just talk the star will hear
Then you feel it

I know my self
All will not be possible
let it be all possible memories
Will not be forgotten until you get old
Let it be

Rain at the end of the moon
Let be a heart witness
How loving
It will not be possible