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.
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
