Autor: Isaac Duran Ponce
I made a bet with love
I know I'll win and do not know if it is good
I bet you would be one to run from me because of poetry
I'm sure do not want to win, but played all the chips in getting lost
Who knows I may lose this bet
No you do not want to live, but my poetry will keep you away
I know it's too early to say
But experience makes me know
I forbid you to read my poetry
Not to lose you
But I learned to love you without saying
I always loved you even without you knowing.
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