I get lost in the dimness of my own silence,
in a song of two words, the words I love you.
You\'re the only one I like to lose everything with,
you\'re the one I\'m still dreaming of ...
I dream of touches hidden by the moon line,
shrouded in the mystery of millennial times ...
I dream of you love every night and every day,
more and more crazy about your lips and your eyes.
I bleed more and more for our words,
united in a bundle of sentences, i miss you love ...
I feel the flame of your passion on my lips,
but in tears I recognize the words of an abandoned poems.
Poems created from the river of sorrow,
created for one sentence only ...
The poem where I write, Love I want to be Your only one,
in a poem in which I confess with a tear in my eye--
... Angel I love you ...
I have no desire for the power of money, nor for glory,
the only thing i long for Love is your heart.
The one you tell me
that I am yours and you are mine...
the depth from which our words coming out.
We met in the line of thousands of kisses,
they are warmed up by the heat of several dreams ...
We recognized the nearness of eternity,
protected by the duvet of love,
protected from touches of worry.