Not having time or no longer intend, it's just not enough determination to make a poem born as lightning fast.
Pretentious, if I can recall all the inspirations that are now gone, surely I'll write for you (again) a love poem for the heart. I promise !
From this, let me be silent in amazement as to where all the poetic souls are running out of my heart and soul. Maybe last night was enough, maybe not. I never understood. I'll just try to wait.
Hopefully all understand. Hope everything does not go away.