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.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
