The silent partner of the night, which was only broken by the sighs of the memories that emits hardly my soul while dying your absence, and wondered Why not here Why not become Till then we think, cute , sweet bouquet of velvety skin , imbued with the subtle aroma that is obtained in the fields of gannets. It will both miss you, I think of that day I saw you and my senses were paralyzed to see your silhouette , that feeling that enveloped me and invaded only to see a strong heartbeat in my can move mountains and do things impossible and unimaginable . Since you went away comforted me only the moon that shines my damp face, tears that carry your name . To which I ask for you and because of your love I do not deserve me but neither she nor anyone give me the answer that I done wrong, if I be worthy of this great torture and punishment. Will not you hear my cry , will not you see my desire . Maybe my love will never convince you , perhaps deserved love would never close the book of memories , giving way to this , finding true love to you like ye could give me. so my pain my sad soul and brajada in holvido
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 04:11:05 +0000
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