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 remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
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
