To you not written a single line. For you did not say a word to prying eyes, and looking for advice, do not light a candle and did not ask anyone where you are. I did not want to wait, do not cry and they kissed ... just like goodbye. Why? Because you love as no mortal man. I love you like an icon that keep and protect the price of life, a life in which no seven deadly sins and the seven deadly days. For thats all gone. And I know that nothing I wrote because you read about me, and I know nothing statements for the words of love are in the wet eyes, and I know that and I waited and did not cry, because you forbid me. I do not kiss and said goodbye when they felt themselves to leave us because I knew that I would ever kiss without lips that I would be powerless without obgarnesh hands will look at me with inner eyes and they will see everything in me, then will our hello. Do not ask and where you are, because I know where he will be meeting our new and I know that I will meet a rose to tell me not to hurt. As in Magdalena, so I believe in you, I see you in her smile honest, I see it in her eyes as blue as ink artist, I see you in every attempt hers to be strong, even when your every photo hurt her. Because of her writing you a letter, I know why and how, but it is kept to love, because you never see, and for this pain no maternal comfort. I am writing you to tell her, even sleep, you love her, that her father and keep watching every day. Tell her it ... even sleep. I you no longer write a single line on each night you say anything ...
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 12:21:19 +0000