With the turning of the pages
Shadows of days according to dodge a halt, a quiet, obscure an hour, a r e pos we virevoltons in its stars siding. I do not know how often tell those moments when we ourselves silent silence for better invite a dizzy enhance those moments of tenderness vested in the quiet summer in her blue fragility ... I guess surprise you with these few words may say -you they do anything or alert signs that infinite intersections. Perhaps they are the watchmen of a new living room, swoons happiness. The one does not see too much in the season it instills a time, a break when our tunes so different not mean the change s the spl e ndide you out there have only met as a sovereign response, the momentum year, a dispute at random. I can not express to preserve it now before you this thrill that I have to see you again after this common end trip on the dock where indolent I asked you to help you with your luggage too heavy.
Yes today day and will evade new shadows that only you would know stress as pearl dotted, promised a return to the shelter itself sometimes without intemp e stivité beings and things. For indeed I would like to see and endless review your face which is anchored me now in my memory even detect it the focus of your actions, that look, nagging pleading unarmed stretched to the unique business card that we we tend î my, when we parted distraught.
When I see you still I would like as much as you would cross the Acheron us both a tender map postponed but desiring to make iridescent the season, evening hours this recognition, this song stars as you fi t me are noticing. These common landscapes that we share now owned by us, they will be our mystery departing this love chapter initiated this round share. So, so far as this word that I intended you to become itself the moment of stars in which I can tell you " I love you "That blue sky shine for us innocence gardens ...