color stations
day dawns like any other
but different because to me you're not
not perceiving the
aroma of life your body releases in the bedroom ...
cushions feel sorry
by failing to touch your skin
when your brow on them alight
suffering your absence as I ...
not know that ... Whenever
suppose
miss you call me and invite me to fantasize
and through your voice ...
feel that the distance does not exist.
These to me as though you would not pass
and not just one or two who have been together.
I remember that when our eyes first look
began to talk without permission ...
Or when I first kiss
beckoning to you, like porcelain Non
hurt me with your burning mouth
my lips were virgins ...
And you taught them the desire to love.
S. Day Valentin will have on the almuhadón
before waking the bud of a rose crimson
chosen by you, under the impulse of waves kissing the rocks ...
But if you will a bouquet wrapped with bands of love.
With colors that recall the seasons
cherry blossoms, when it was
germinated seeds for life ...
I close the curtains of my eyes and all present
the years have gone on vague illusion.
the mirror I just returned
reality of what we have lived so intensely.
The reality is that when you return
each trip, I keep silent kissing
for the happiness that brings me
as a woman, mother and lover ...
Happy day of love and friendship!
For those who are in love
for those who are not
for those who expect
for which no
despair for those who do not believe in love
for those who can not love
for those who do not want
love for those who are forgotten
All They dedicate this quote:
Coward is not one
crying for love
If you do not love for fear
to mourn ...
No author
And how do you feel in your heart now ...?
María del Carmen
* Love is like fire if not reported and fed, off *
Thanks Susana! ! By your details are so beautiful. / / María del Carmen 15/02/1911
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