Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
