You in my heart like a warm wind blowing gently like colorful flowers swaying in the heart of the valley like a ray of sunshine warming my heart.
catkins of flowers in full bloom in the spring, you like a beautiful water birds diving into the quiet lakes my heart, you fall into the lake like a stone the same color, in my mind the beautiful waves chanel stirred up. Another example of your book in my life a piece of exquisite illustrations, the book of life has added luster to the page.
I do not know why I saw you, I stopped in spite of him in your view of this unexpected beauty. You have asked me What is the power to attract my attention? Why do you use gentle gaze look me a long time? I just want to tell you every person has done one thing, do not necessarily have the right reasons, Some things can not help beyond that. You have to suspect that the eyes of measurement scale is my sincere with your heart, I try to figure out credibility. I can tell you frankly I am a time-sedimentation, persistence,, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages of men.
Like the sea like fish, like rainbow, like the sky, can not be separated from your favorite people and things, because everyone can not be closed to their own isolation room in a vacuum, nor is it the same as the monks do not get. Always willing to do something they like to do, more people like.
Over the years I have closed the cabin doors and windows emotional, fiery passion had also fixed the marriage was locked and the solidification time. I have a family with, and the responsibilities, obligations are not allowed to indulge in my self. More will not wind like Dream as a teenager, desperate for love.allowed only, day by day days time to pay the account. Time for each person is very precious, because yesterday is already a waste of the check, tomorrow is a book not yet due, and only today is that you can dominate in cash. Should seize this precious time, a good love your loved one, do you want to do.
I see through the Red, used to wait and see when the pre-trial leisure, lonely looking at the beautiful sky at the stars, listen toimpetuousLek when the rain, but the hands wielding his pen, to write some articles. |
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