domingo, 23 de abril de 2017

Your love makes me well

Who would say, that this love would be for the two


And how illusory it would show itself; Nothing in return,


I would change my love for you.


He had never before loved; I'll never stop loving you


Not only are words written for you;


It is my heart confessing what I feel for you.


Because it is there; Where best I can express comes from my soul.


 


Although imperfect,


Our love will cover the whole lack.


In our love there is no fear;


Because it has to be perfect.

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