Madam: Youre the most important woman in a historic Prior to departure. You are the most important woman .. After the birth of this year .. You are a woman does not calculate the hours and days. You are a woman .. Made from fruit poem .. It went dreams .. You are a woman who had lived my body .. Millions of years ago .. Madam: Hey Spun from cotton and alarmist. Hey rain from Sapphire .. Hey rivers of Nhavand .. Hey Marble forests .. O swim like fish in water, the heart .. And live in the eyes swarm dove. Nothing will change in my passion .. In the sense .. In my mind .. in my faith .. I will keep on the religion of love .. Madam: Do not take care of in the rhythm of the time and the names of the past. You are a woman left a woman .. at all times. I will love you .. Upon entering the twenty-first century .. Upon entering the twenty-fifth century .. Upon entering the twenty-ninth century .. And I will love you .. While sea water dry .. And burning forests .. Madam: You recap all the poems .. Rose and all freedoms. Suffice it to spell your name .. Until he became king of poem .. And Pharaoh words .. Suffice it to be loved by woman like you .. So enter the history books .. And raise the flags for me .. Madam Do not let the holidays, such as the bird in time. Nothing will change me. River of Love will not stop flowing. Heartbeat will not stop throbbing. Partridge poem will not stop flying. While a great love .. And beloved moon .. Will not turn this love Package straw eaten by flames ... Madam: There is nothing fills my eyes No lights .. Nor decorations .. Nor holiday bells .. Christmas trees do not. Does not mean anything to me the street. The pub does not mean anything to me. I do not care any words Overwrites holiday cards. Madam: I do not remember, but your voice While ringing bells on Sundays. I do not remember, but perfume While I sleep on the grass paper. I do not remember, but your face .. While the snow come down over my clothes .. I hear crackling firewood .. What rejoices maam Whatcom fearful that the bird Between orchards cilia ... What fascinating maam That rarely gift me one of ink pens .. Hug him .. I sleep like children happy ... Madam: What pleasure in exile Water dripping poem .. and drink the wine of the monks how much I am a strong .. When I am a friend For freedom and human ... .. Madam: How I wish I loved you in the Age of Enlightenment .. In the era of photography .. In the era of the pioneers How I wish I met you one day In Florence. Or Cordoba. Or in Kufa Or in Aleppo. Or in the house of the lane Sham ... Madam: How I wish we traveled Around the country ruled by guitar Where love without walls And words without walls And dreams without walls Madam: dont preoccupied with the future, maam Nostalgic will remain stronger than .. And heavier than .. You are a woman will not be repeated in the history of roses .. .. In the history of poet .. At Lily and basil memory ... Our Lady of the world I am concerned not only come to love in days You are my wife first. my first Mom my first womb My passion first Saucy first my first lifeline at the time of the flood ... Madam: My poem first lady give me your right hand so i hide in it .. give me your left hand .. so i settled in .. Tell any term love So begins the holidays...
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 22:43:28 +0000
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