Pablo Neruda #1

Here's the 1st counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XIV./My words rained over you, stroking you./A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body./I go so far as to think that you own the universe./I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses./I want/to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.