Yesterday I started spring cleaning and stumbled upon a notebook of poems written at school. Long laughed)))
Love is a feeling beyond words,
You do not know him to his first love.
When you finally fall in love, presumes all at once
In your soul there is no place for tears, to not allow Lutz and images.
Your soul will be revealed a wonderful garden, which will be a sea of flowers,
They are there for you all to blossom, for you, alone in the world!
Do you remember your first love? ;)))
