At midnight In the middle of a breathtaking May midnight, holding a small candlestick, filled with weakness but also with power, I wander, putting on a shroud woven from my crazy naivete, and dreaming of your innocence ... Maybe I'm an incorrigible dreamer, maybe love burns like a termite mixture ... Or maybe you were a bad listener and you don't deserve the poetry I'm telling you today! I gave you the greatest gift, the thing that many did not have, and you did not even see the gleam with which my eyes believed in you. But now it's midnight, it's late ... May the next day bring me happiness, may it not doom me to grief like you, may I not be defeated like you ... Child of the Universe
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It is beautiful, except for this with the child of the "universe".
"full of weakness, but also of power" - this oxymoron of yours is unsuccessful and whoever is defeated comes to me a little out of place. The rest is neat.