MY MISTAKE

MY MISTAKE

I cannot condemn my mistake when
Thought merely to meet you
And as so often rambling,
Life without gorging myself destination.
In a nefarious walking diverse
And shy buffoon, any moonlight
Expressed very well; notice can
The entire inside of me already emanating.
I could have just told you
As become the most blessed
The world since I met you,
But when I wanted to and beyond
Touch you softly, foolish faith
So maybe I really messed up ...

MARCOS LOURES