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She loves alone .

I'm a woman that never will receive: happiness ,love or joy, she will not know love in her life ! Memory always last in our mind like a dream that was there something beautiful but, it last so little of that time ! Sometimes, I wonder why do you say; there is love, do you really know what is love or to love someone.? Alone, I will love you all my life and you will be reminder to me each day, for the one that's coming from you ! She received all that he gave in to her but, she loves alone . He goes and she receive the gift in this life of loneliness ! You  know, I may be left by you in the darkness alone but, I choose to love you . Did you think of me in this short time of our happiness in the night of summer ? I hope that one day you may see the gift that you let in me . Does this make you a man to let a women alone with your memory ?. Is that all men do? Why women love so much a mens heart without the breath of their lovers ? They say it they love her but, at the end of summer they disappear like the last joy of a happy dream ! Women had this big fear of beaing let quiet in the night by themselves,  that they think the love of a man is all that they need but,,, that's a foolish game of mens ! Never, dear women think that you wait to much on your truly prince ! Forget not that marriage is the only true love gift from God for you and your great and amazing man that your heart is waiting ! Don't ever think to throw away what you have in you, the girl that still waits like a dreamer on the stars that she isn't seeing it yet ! Have faith like they say it but, in your time to come never wait !, and when you choose to marry all women must know that- this is the road of it, for some it is easy but, the pain it is the same for all,,, so, "this is the road of a women !,.


                               - A. A. Popovici,

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In time with my books.  In time with my thoughts. In time with my desires. In time with my sadness. In time with my writing. In time with my dreaming. In time with my plants. In time with my darkness.


In time with my lost hopes. In time with my sad piano -melody. In time with my waiting...  In time with my travel, feelings.


In time is my window door!


In time with my shadows. In time with my lover. In time with my thinking. In time with my happiness. In time with my words. In time with my loneliness.


All that I desire, All my dreams, All my hopes, Are in time for me!


I’m a green writer! In time with my own poetry! In time with my library of books.



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