my flower
I have a small flower, born without realizing, it is delicate and I would die without my cares and my affections. It requires a lot of attention against the heat, against the cold, against this hard life, it remains illusion! with the water of love and rejoices every time I caress her.
She is all I have, I do not know how it happened I grew up without realizing, inside my heart, a small flower that fills me with love
