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
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
"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're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
