Needless to say, was the sparkle in your eyes that made her reflection in every word inspired by love was written in these pages. It should not be necessary to say that I inspired the fragrance of your body and the smile that you have to wake up, your eyes as slanted in the morning, played always in love, to give me dreams and rhymes.
drain Now I stop my feelings in words, I want you to know that every love story has a tattooed face and a laugh in the real meaning led me to write every day, every night, thinking about anyone but you, since there is no way to silence the voice of your beats, music that rhyme with mine.
phrases I want to dedicate the last time your eyes, and to feel your lips, kisses exquisite poisons, which bind, that give life to my soul. As every night I slept on one side of your breath, where I found hiding inside the warmth of your body more beautiful reason to live each day, every hug, every touch are gifts of love today, today you're not here, I care as the treasure of my life.
I think I told you several times: no words can describe clearly what you make me feel. Yet here I am, trying to sew with adjectives, feelings, trying at least to relieve this love hamstrung by the time difference, the distance despite being so close.
may be no way to turn back time and correct the missteps that gave this story its endpoint, but the patience of the hand over time, they want to be partners in this story not just for the stubbornness of two hearts in love, the foolishness that keeps us together despite being separated.
At least this way it took a photo to this feeling, so I'll never forget how hard it was to leave behind. Is a constant in my mind game, a game I cheat and lie to me. But I make sure that what I feel for you does not compare to anything in this world, and even knowing that I can not now have, in silence for a future fight with you.
Close your eyes and remember every moment we share, close your eyes and feel my kiss on your lips Once again, you can hear the wind in your ear telling you what my heart cries, and with the breeze, a touch, I dedicate every detail in this tale of love and tenderness of one night in your lap becomes the dream keeps me awake.
drain Now I stop my feelings in words, I want you to know that every love story has a tattooed face and a laugh in the real meaning led me to write every day, every night, thinking about anyone but you, since there is no way to silence the voice of your beats, music that rhyme with mine.
phrases I want to dedicate the last time your eyes, and to feel your lips, kisses exquisite poisons, which bind, that give life to my soul. As every night I slept on one side of your breath, where I found hiding inside the warmth of your body more beautiful reason to live each day, every hug, every touch are gifts of love today, today you're not here, I care as the treasure of my life.
I think I told you several times: no words can describe clearly what you make me feel. Yet here I am, trying to sew with adjectives, feelings, trying at least to relieve this love hamstrung by the time difference, the distance despite being so close.
may be no way to turn back time and correct the missteps that gave this story its endpoint, but the patience of the hand over time, they want to be partners in this story not just for the stubbornness of two hearts in love, the foolishness that keeps us together despite being separated.
At least this way it took a photo to this feeling, so I'll never forget how hard it was to leave behind. Is a constant in my mind game, a game I cheat and lie to me. But I make sure that what I feel for you does not compare to anything in this world, and even knowing that I can not now have, in silence for a future fight with you.
Close your eyes and remember every moment we share, close your eyes and feel my kiss on your lips Once again, you can hear the wind in your ear telling you what my heart cries, and with the breeze, a touch, I dedicate every detail in this tale of love and tenderness of one night in your lap becomes the dream keeps me awake.
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