• Candles illuminate the environment
    Words weave innocent tone,
    I Fix the eyes on her face,
    I wish that this moment will never pass.

    The wine sweetens the moment
    Looks reveal deep feelings,
    Our hands are becoming distant
    The evening takes an uninteresting way.

    The air becomes heavy
    The Grand Finale goes wrong,
    My eyes to close
    The beautiful rose is wilting.

    I feel your coldness;
    I despise your reply;
    My fork stuck in the table
    Her knife on my back.
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    By Thiago Vieira.
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