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I want to be the man of your life,
but not the one who demands, demands, and then forgets you.
I want to be the one who tenderly embraces you,
the one who in your grey days always follows you.
To be the sun that illuminates your steps,
the wind that caresses you without making ties,
who unfolds in your soul soft embraces,
and in your quiet nights turns in a thousand bows.
The one who enjoys every moment with you,
who shares your laughter, your tears, your shelter.
To be the refuge, the harbour and the friend,
to whom you can turn to, always without a witness.
I want to be the one who heals every wound,
the one who listens to your voice, your sorrow, your life.
The one who, with a kiss, sweeps away the mist
and awaken in you the light that assumes itself.