The last words of love and adoration
When I look, I lose my command .. I lose my temper .. I forget who I am and who I am when I am close to him, he makes me feel about those around me and makes my looks exposed to him. I look at him. I look more closely at the features of his laughter that make me feel safe and quench my embers. You know safety, whenever I look at it, I look at someone who means more to me than I mean, it means to me the refuge of my concerns .. it means to me a chest that warms the response of my tears ...
When he is there, I leave my looks gleaned from the beauty of his honeyed eyes, in his eyes a charm that hurts my tongue from his description, a charm that carries with him the innocence of children, the aggression of young people and the strength of men .. In his affectionate shadow I forget my sadness I forget my compulsion .. I forget the world I did not feel a sincere warmth that made me scatter me and returned to gather me ... He knows how much I love and respect him .. He is the first man who affected me ... and the first
A man agitated in my chest, those virgin feelings ... The first man to enter into my life the meaning of love, the meaning of honesty, the meaning of sincerity, and the meanings are still only now flowing into the veins of my body ... no one before had love as I now have it towards him ..
Uh, a thousand, uh, from his hobby, how much I love his bold words and looks, how much I love his determination to go through life with its sweet and bitter life.
I could not appreciate a man as I did, nor did I love a man as I liked him .. With his features, I wove my ambition .. my pride .. my pride .. my shyness .. He made me a captive of that eternal magic that I cultivated from his shoots an unparalleled power .. He knows from inside that I do not see his crying in front of me Decreasing his manliness, but purification of his lost lost soul with endless mazes .. Whoever says the man’s tears are deficient, this indicates the purity of his bed and the spontaneity of his eyes that do not hold grudges and do not close the hearts with false deceptions misleading and give myself comfort after their dissatisfaction and my eyes shine in its purity and mixes the purity of its whiteness with sharpness Its blackness .. its tears may be painful for my soul, squeeze my soul, and my eyes shine, but I know with my self decision that I am fine and he will rise again ..
I do not forget standing by the stages of my life .. I do not forget when he feels my lost spirit .. Holds
With my hand, I strongly feel the heartbeat of his little heart, like the pulse of a newborn child, who came to life and does not know what life hides for him, whether joys or sorrows. At that time, I celebrate the return of my lost soul. I look at him to find in those features the great man whom I am searching for. My forehead since you were in the depths of my mother .. But my pleasure when he calls me with that affectionate voice that dances on his tones the most beautiful whispers and warm it when he calls my love .......
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