my beautiful darling who is the language of my heart,How can I decorate myself unless my love is a mirror my love

sweet-eyed darling you have already become the angel of my dreams

Come, my love, whose throne I have knitted with love

my love why would I decorate my body without you cenet for which I was decorated

my love what beautiful smells I drove my chest to plant flowers from emotions

What good is beauty when my sun of heart is not love?

I carry my sacred heart glass on my chest, my beautiful lover, what beautiful feelings to drink in it
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