Milonga. 

Love, 

Your moon is up high, 

My wave is dancing under the sky 

You shine through my dark night, 

Wind in my hair, 

Your deep brown eyes, 

Bleeding hearts, 

Injured love, 

And I can’t just stop. 

Love, 

You are the sky, 

I love your smile, 

That’s everything I can say, 

And I hope you stay. 

That’s not the game I want to play, 

That’s not the price I want to pay. 

You’re the light, 

You’re the flight, 

You’re the milonga that has those beats I once missed… 

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