(Courtesy of VicenteMonera )
is written in my soul
your act and I write as you wish;
I wrote to you alone , I just read
that you still keep me therein.
In this post I am and always will;
that although it can not be in me as in you see,
of all the good I do not understand I think,
taking and faith estimate.
I was not born but to Quereres;
my soul hath cut to measure,
the very soul of habit I want;
confess I owe you everything I have;
born for you, for you I have a life, for you
I die and you die.
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