O my love, try to see this fragrant fairy in the garden of man.πŸ’›the heart would not reach the door of my heart without a bridge to the feet, dear,πŸ’₯

she should ask me to those beautiful hearts, dear, those who do not understand beauty could not see the front,πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

You should hear what my beautiful eyes say to that lover dear,Our soul, which is an angel, does not rejoice unless the heart makes love.πŸ’ž

life was sleep, living was trying to wake up, dear, if I wake up in the bed of love,πŸ’žthe wind of love scatters pollen in our hearts, angels should make love together from her,πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

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