Amores Platónicos

I will not go near your garden,
You never suspected the metaphor,
And what you can achieve,
You'll never understand softness,
Of what he does not know where he is going.
I prefer Platonic loves,
Comfort of lonely fools,
I prefer impossible loves,
And so,
With your image I will go,
Better,
I unleash a melody,
To do the honors to your fantasy.
What revolution is in my heart,
And that without having approached your balcony,
What a wonder it is disenchantment,
If it makes everything look better imagined.
I prefer Platonic loves,
Comfort of lonely fools,
I prefer impossible loves,
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