Dreams that hurt
true love
Truly love is not love poems or novels
Love is complicity, companionship, respect ...
Wanting to be together, be held in the smile of a loved one
It does not take days or even a thousand kisses keep saying I love you
this is a show of affection.
Love is walking along barefoot in the rain,
rob flowers even one that is born on the street, make her happy.
This is true love to be together hand in hand
experience good and bad times, be a safe haven on the other.
Love is becoming one being
wear the same skin feel the same pains.
Neither know how to explain the love, because love with the soul
with the eyes of the heart.
When I love her skin because she mine.
No charge, from our competitions we do love a story
of our lives, one heart.
Love is complicity, companionship, respect ...
Wanting to be together, be held in the smile of a loved one
It does not take days or even a thousand kisses keep saying I love you
this is a show of affection.
Love is walking along barefoot in the rain,
rob flowers even one that is born on the street, make her happy.
This is true love to be together hand in hand
experience good and bad times, be a safe haven on the other.
Love is becoming one being
wear the same skin feel the same pains.
Neither know how to explain the love, because love with the soul
with the eyes of the heart.
When I love her skin because she mine.
No charge, from our competitions we do love a story
of our lives, one heart.
