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The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was. Lovers do not finally meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along. Sweetheart, I do not
just dream about you – thoughts of you bring heaven to my every
waking hour.
the fire of existence that we can share together. I do not just need
your kiss – I hunger for it the way a spring rose craves sunshine
and rain. I am sure the day we meet will be the best and happiest
day in my life and I am
waiting for it and for you, my love.
not knowing how blind that was. Lovers do not finally meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along. Sweetheart, I do not
just dream about you – thoughts of you bring heaven to my every
waking hour.
the fire of existence that we can share together. I do not just need
your kiss – I hunger for it the way a spring rose craves sunshine
and rain. I am sure the day we meet will be the best and happiest
day in my life and I am
waiting for it and for you, my love.
Annons