Could not help longing to meet....
The period of happy times with you beautiful, long braided separate love back in those days, at a time with all wrapped nostalgia, one, for you I want to meet. Each vacuum present yourself as a poetry night. My feeling with a lyric poet king yourself for me. You are my poetry in every corner of the corner of my writing, poetry make the world drifting moments in reading.
At times I feel in love not only spoiled words or greetings. The presence of love as a feeling, from which I do not care whether you anytime I feel. I imagine you love the god king of the mass, I know you love to fill a full night thirsty, you realize my true love only once. You are my inspiration in every literary ego.
I miss those days .. My period of the second rainbow decoration imprisoned stares into your eyes, without a silent night is always decorated with stars scattered dreams of true love, no laughter did not fade joked harbored dreams of happiness.
But, why customs should say, why all the loose so different, though not complete my love is not fragile twig fell to the ground. As disappointed all the already sinking in the chest, all the old memories that have been incised wounds to the chest. Love is love let flavors speak and when not to answer. Let me now wrestle fate line without love.
The period of happy times with you beautiful, long braided separate love back in those days, at a time with all wrapped nostalgia, one, for you I want to meet. Each vacuum present yourself as a poetry night. My feeling with a lyric poet king yourself for me. You are my poetry in every corner of the corner of my writing, poetry make the world drifting moments in reading.
At times I feel in love not only spoiled words or greetings. The presence of love as a feeling, from which I do not care whether you anytime I feel. I imagine you love the god king of the mass, I know you love to fill a full night thirsty, you realize my true love only once. You are my inspiration in every literary ego.
I miss those days .. My period of the second rainbow decoration imprisoned stares into your eyes, without a silent night is always decorated with stars scattered dreams of true love, no laughter did not fade joked harbored dreams of happiness.
But, why customs should say, why all the loose so different, though not complete my love is not fragile twig fell to the ground. As disappointed all the already sinking in the chest, all the old memories that have been incised wounds to the chest. Love is love let flavors speak and when not to answer. Let me now wrestle fate line without love.
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