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.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
