I have a strong passion,
That everybody knows it as love;
A reflection of my heart,
A mystery in a night, under moonlight.
The art of shaping,
The beauty of eyes,
The innocence of soul...
It is not a lie, not a supersitition,
Something that I never find a description.
Love is the sense of life,
Peak of the existence...
Love is a dream
That I never want to wake up.
Kayıt Tarihi : 10.7.2006 11:44:00
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