Love
Love - it means a sense
Тheir own, like a river,
With the bounty of spring spill
To delight of a loved.
Love - it' s only open eyes
And just to think back to the dawn:
Well, what would please, bestow
The one whom you love with all my soul.
Love - so eager to fight
For the faithful in word and every glance,
To have the heart to the end of their
And in sorrow and in joy forever.
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Соня Карамелькина 17.09.2012 21:04 Заявить о нарушении