A poem to Thania because she's Bela

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A short poem to Thania 

You're here this is a fact...

I'm there and this isn't an act...

You tell me about a doll that's strange...

I don't know what to say to you since stonehenge...

You tell me about churches and buses...

You question me with your look while gazing into a book...

You and I ain't a lie...

I and you means true...

You tell me this inside a kiss:

- One plus one makes us run while having fun...

I don't know what to write to you...

You shout me this as if it was something new:

- HEY MAN, LOVE YOU...

I'm listening to your playlist and you insist:

- Hey...

- Man...

- Love...

- You...

I'm wearing sunglasses...

You tell me something about masterclasses...

You tell me that I've coffee with honey...

I tell you all the times that you're a funny bunny...

Music is on the air...

You tell me something about my head...

You show me your bed...

You tell me about a toy that isn't dead...

I don't know what to say to you when in a continuous act as fact you whisper this to me:

- Love thee...

- You're free...

- There's no spell...

- I'm your morning bell...

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