Prosa Dia: 72. I Can't Leave This Box Empty

I awake this night when I saw luminescence
on my terrace, brighter than any garden lamps
I jump out of my bed, lookin' on the window
seeking like a pirate found a treasure chest
and I ran..
Ran away to keeps you..

Sweet lips and smell of perfume,
your hand hold my heart with care,
I'm so glad, I feel so perfect tonight
so I ran..
Ran away to reach you..

I can't fight this feeling any longer
I can't keeps this box empty with fatal loneliness
Do you hear my beats?
so listen to me now,
I wanna say...
I love you so much...

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