the gift

love has the shape of my heart...
its dream is to dream

my DNA is made from longing's cells...
no wonder i push you to live longings

but when [and only if] you'll gaze into my eyes,
you'll read the gift of them [so full of poems]

for love has the shape of my heart
and my DNA is made of longings

and both have the aim to oxygenate your time
[for a while...] [when and only if...]

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