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.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
