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.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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