Love…
A box where we put alone,
Pieces of our soul
Dreams that seems so easy to accomplish
With every beat of our heart.
Love
Is a garden where
all of us will be simply lost
in her beauty,
her perfume,
her tenderness.
On the wings of love
We will find
The secret of this small thing
Called life.
A box where we put alone,
Pieces of our soul
Dreams that seems so easy to accomplish
With every beat of our heart.
Love
Is a garden where
all of us will be simply lost
in her beauty,
her perfume,
her tenderness.
On the wings of love
We will find
The secret of this small thing
Called life.
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