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domingo, 30 de junho de 2013
Wrote the most beautiful verse for you
Wrote themost beautifulversefor you,wordswrittenin letters of gold. Can Isay thattosay thatlovewould have to besomethingspecial. Do notwriteabout the love ofa mortalby a queen,simplyeverything has tobe special, aloneone night, onecandlelight dinner,andlatenightleavesfragmentsof lovespreadall corners of theroom. Howyou're beautiful, I can notbelieve I'mwitha queen,can not dreamif I'mawake.
Youwalkslowlybecausemy dreams,my lifeand mylove isat your feet. I'm hereto astep ofparadise, I'm hereone minute from theland of dreams. not want to sleepI'm afraidtowake up andopen your eyes andsee that it wasa dream,a beautifuland crazydream of lovecandie. I wrote toyoueverybeat of my heartwanted to telltalvesnow youknow thatis themost lovedwomanin the world. I wrote toyouwhat myeyessee,whenfaced withhis imageof a goddessmagiccapable of doingthe impossible.
Able to makemy heartstop for a minuteand come backto beatso hard itlooks like it willexplodewith love