viernes, 12 de junio de 2009

Where was the love ...

The magic that makes us love one another where it has been, is gone or has simply gone, has grown tired of waiting and went to sleep between 3 or 4 am, and I do not recall, the sun has kissed her forehead, who has stolen my heart, the fire has been extinguished, and only spend their evenings doing things for love, if you have forgotten who is in it, lives only for her, she has forgotten who is who this at his side, a thousand devils had come to his head and knows how to not miss out, looks at his ring every day and just for grins seem happy, while still believing in eternal happiness, many have been told that there is only biting his lips, close your hands and makes your heart hard, but still have faith that one day we will succeed. I went back not long ago, and expects to better its image just imagine, and believing that through it he is a good man. He must learn that you can not turn back, that the essence of life is to continue forward, which is actually a street in one direction only. Day to day struggle to keep his love in his heart, can not be set in little things, but in the greatness that could be his love for the woman he loves. Just give me a little smile is what I ask.

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