Every time that intensely, I want to love;
The love cools like a hailstorm;
And so, everything I want and need;
Is hidden and, the cold of love not want to cease;
The love is cold like water in solid form;
One ice that hardly can melt;
The love is cold as winter makes me suffer;
Because the winter is a station of time Pale;
The love is cold like one wind strong and intense;
That make me stay tremulous of so icy;
This because, are rare the times that I was loved;
The love is cold like the things I don't think;
Because of the cold of my love that don't let me think;
My love is cold, but I wanted be able to warm up;
The end!
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