My Dear UNKNOWN (16)

The woman's protection.


I like yours women love,
Because "WOMEN" says life,
Kids, beauty endless pity
And infinite forgiveness.

I knew how you says hidden,
Yours heartily regrets,
How graceful write your pen
And women feel the matter.

Already is understood,
Your skill of words and sentence,
To say what your heart feels,
For women, who gives life.

SUN TWIN

My Dear UNKNOWN (15)

The heart-safe.


I read your last poem
And heard the contrary.
Over words which were written,
And "Balance" has confirmed.

For me the red color,
Of your signature,
Like the red loving roses,
Was the right word's negation.

Your own heart-basket,
Had hidden a heart safe;
But only a bit visible,
By more of your friends.

Also my decoding keys,
Quickly moved all the figures,
And found a second sign,
The "Tears' Diamonds".

So dear friend ,listen to me:
When it's seen by more eyes,
You can't say it is wrong,
And can't destroy a truth.

Sun twin

My Dear UNKNOWN (14)

A little about me.


I wrote you more than fourteen letters.
I wanted a marvelous picture park.
But "Time" is very short and small,
And "LOVE" is without end.

In a near, next time and future,
Will be space, for hundreds ones
And also thousand of caresses,
That your poor soul needs.

Don't be afraid of me, to run a wrong way,
Not even towards sky,
Because a liqueur make me well
And then I feel myself revived.

I dreamed you as I knew you:
Most diligent of all the scholars,
Most clean of all the hearts,
For never can to be forgotten.

I felt myself for a long time,
As a white single pigeon,
Flying in sky,toward your kids,
Asking a scale to rich them all.

But I was sure to find you,
Staying close by theirs brothers,
What for I am preparing,
Means for retain them on the earth.

It is a pity, to abandon whatever:
Your rich and pretty countries,
Your motherland,friends and remembers,
To leave now all, in strange and dirty hands.

SUNTWIN

My Dear UNKNOWN (13)

Feasts without celebration.


The feast days are in way to finish;
But for me that were usual ones.
My feast have been:to see again,
Yours humanitarian writings.

I did not look to funny scenes,
Hearing that people cries and dies.
Also my own poor soul,
Was sad regarding war reports.

The world mirror offered me:
Yours new and old pieces,
Which were endless, sweet pages,
As yours pretty pictures.

My great dream in future is:
That we will meet for ever,
For widen and adorn,
Our everlasting, noble, works.

I'm sorry not to be able,
To stay in your proximity,
To caress you as a kind child,
For feel the feast days.

Suntwin