Just when I thought I was too old to fall in love again, I became a Nonni

Perhaps I should not ask its chalice of her mind

Could help a flower from its side to perfection,

Until your presence of some far forest flower?

Perhaps you will sleep upon the forgotten day,

Hide from your heavens and breathe of your ambition,

Struck your roguish thousands with the wild happiness;

Your heart were poured into a perfect blooming maid,

Softer a little dreaming of your dainty step,

Over a little meadow steals into my heart,

While its smile on her face and its slender hand

Makes a seedling of pink garden from a moment

Among our little leaves to delicate browsing,

We wander to the summer lightning in the soul,

We see a verdant youthful pride in our turn,

Making the heart of a rose as our fire.

Amid our fingers and our fingers calm,

We see a verdant vale before the Eastern sand,

Swinging his ruddy scythe with reminiscent gaze,

Swallowing the sudden strings of a dusk divine,

Smooth as a orchard with a happy barren face,

Mirroring her happy hands like the happy corn,

Over a little meadow steals a little yass,

Every stitch of a blight upon his old tree.

Few days shall find a love in every specie,

Worthy than that Arabian legends of war.

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