I love to love breathlessly,
committed to the end of love,
to give the soul continually,
opened the door of passion.
I love to look in the light,
and to the world,
and with feelings beautiful to sculpt,
flowers blossomed in an arc.
To be able to fall in love with the silence,
that threshold is it, harmony, destiny,
opened her arms ... waiting
inwardly to look at the essence.
The wings of sticking, if necessary,
(what kind of bird I will be without wings)
chosen freedom of spirit,
to the truth of my flying.
I love to love tears,
and the pain of burning sorrow,
and moments looking at the stars ...
She believed it was love.
Goodbye and Kisses ...