Poems...

She will come one day in black attire.
You won't even look her in the eyes.
You will rise and, approaching your beloved, you will say:
"Forgive me, but it is time for me to go..."
You won't even be able to touch her,
While she weeps by the porch.
You will smile and say barely audibly:
"You will meet this winter without me..."
You will hear her cry and moan.
Do not look back; perhaps it is someone's dream.
One last time she will look at you.
And you will whisper: "I love you, but it is time for me to go..."

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There is a girl with beautiful eyes
But who is she? A Goddess or a Demon?
In her hands, wounds are sometimes healed,
Yet Fear and Death shine in her eyes.
Her innocent gaze instills the meaning of life and dreams.
Her love is like a dream; she is like a priestess of eternal beauty.
I am ready to love her, suffering, biting my lips until they bleed.
But I do not know who she is... Or perhaps, my angel, it is you?