Our eyes long ago that talk about our love. And we need not even speak to tell us many things, but the question arises. I look into your beautiful eyes and as tenderly as I can tell you:
not ask me why I love you just let yourself love.
All I know is that you are much more than a whim spring
more than the sky and the mountains beyond,
moisture than warm sheets just loved,
more than a kiss and a hug,
more than a wink eyes dotted indirect
more than companion
more than an outstretched hand,
more than a love life ... ... ....
Y.. Why?.
not need to know anything else ... ...
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