THE DEAR LOVE
“CHRONICLES”
DEAR LOVE, I BELIEVE THAT THANKYOUS ARE IN HAND, I REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO THINK OF YOU AND SAY TO MYSELF LIFE WAS HARD, BECAUSE I COULDN’T USE WHAT I FELT FOR YOU AT WILL LIKE IT LIVES IN ME. IT WAS NOT BECAUSE OF NORMAL LIFE, IT WAS AND STILL IS TRULLY BECAUSE OF WHAT WE SHARE.
DEAR LOVE, I FEEL THAT EVEYTHING INSIDE OF ME HAS MET IT’S PURPOSE BECAUSE OF MY CHILDREN, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I CAN VERIFY THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US, BECAUSE FALLING SHORT OF YOU WAS NOT STRENGH AT ALL.
DEAR LOVE WHY DOES SHE PASS BY APART OF ME, AND I STILL NOT HAD HER. I BELIEVE LOVE IS A VALUE AND THE EXSPERIENCE IS ROYAL.
DEAR LOVE, SHE IS AS PURE AS MY SOUL, BUT WE IS JUST A THOUGHT, AND SHE IS ALL I THINK ABOUT. I LOVE HER DEEPLY. TO BREAK THE HOLD; FOREVER LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE LIKES ME AND I KNOW WHY, I WANT HER TO BE MY STANDARD OF REPLY; TO DREAM OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE IS LIKE YOU AND MORE THAN WHAT I USED TO BE. I FEEL HER FOLD; TO DISTANCE THE PACE OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE IS PRETTY BUT HER EYES ARE TWO OF THE MOST CASUALY EXCITING I’VE EVER SEEN. I WONDER IF HER SMILE IS BEING SHARED THROUGH ME; THE WAIT OF GOLD.
DEAR LOVE, AS BASHFUL AS HER EYELIDS, BUT AS BOLD AS HER MOLD, I FIND MYSELF AT ODDS WITH THE ELEMENT NOT CONTROL; TO BE OR NOT TO BE, FOR LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, IT SEEMS AS IF LIFE IS READY FOR ME, BUT LOVE HAS NEVER FADED, AND IF I AM ENOUGH OF EMOTION, THEN I WOULD USE IT TO EVALUATE DELIVERENCE; TO PRESCENCE TIME.
DEAR LOVE, SHE’S LIKE YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW YOU, AND I’M LIKE YOU STILL OWE ME FROM LAST TIME; TO KNOW LOVE.
MY FORCE IS WITH HER LOVE, I CAN PICTURE HER VOICE IN MY EAR, HER JOY, AND MY PRIDE. I WITNESS THE MOMENT ONLY IN STRIDE; TO LOVE AGAIN.
WINDOWS HAVE CURTAINS, LOVE AND YOU AREN’T BLIND, BUT THE GLOW OF HER BROW GIVES PINK TO HER SMILE; TO RETHINK LOVE.
MUSIC, VISION, PURPOSE, AND DESIRE. HER LOVE IS SWEET. HER VOICE AN EVEN SUPPLIER; TO MAP OUT LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, IF I COULD BE ANYTHING FOR HER I WOLUD, IT SEEMS THAT SHE IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT ME, PLEASE ALLOW HER AND I TO BE MORE LIKE US; TO GIVE HER LOVE.
DEAR LOVE WHAT WE HAVE MAKES ME MISSPLACE WORLDS, BUT COULD YOU TELL HER BECAUSE I WOULDN’T WANT ANYTHING ELSE FROM HER; TO BELIEVE IN LOVE.
SOME LIKE MY SMILE MORE THAN MY STYLE, NOTHING LIKE HER KOY, GREENER THAN THAT MILE, I REACHED FOR HER PATIENCE, AND ENDED UP ON THE NILE; TO ELEVATE WITH LOVE.
NOTHING LIKE HER HAVE I EVER SEEN, THE RETHYM OF A WISHBONE AND THE POWER IN BETWEEN, BUT IF I HAD THE CHANCE AFTER SEEING HER FLIGHT, WE’D DANCE ALL LIFE, AND LIVE THROUGH THE NIGHT; TO LIVE LOVE AS A DREAM.
DEAR LOVE, IS IT TO MUCH TO SAY SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE SHE LOVE’S IT; THE POWER OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, INSIDE OF LIFE MY HEART IS HAPPY BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU MAKE ME SMILE THROUGH YOUR STEPS. I HAVE SHAPED YOU IN THE IMAGE OF, SO EVEN AFTER YOU’LL BE THERE INSIDE OF ME; ETERNAL LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE SAID HER SHOES DON’T SHINE, SO SHE LIVES ON THE OUTSIDE OF MINE, SHE SAID SHE NEVER MISSESS THE BLIND; TO BE FOR LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, THE COLOR OF LOVE IS DARLING LOVE, THAT’S WHAT IT TELLS ME SHE SAYS, SHE REALLY HAS IT, AN AT NOTICE WARNING; THE 50 SHADES OF GRAY ARE LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, I CHOSE HER DIFFERENTLY EACH DAY, DOES THAT MEAN WE CHANGE; THE FEAR OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE IS SO MUCH, THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THEM; THE LIGHT OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, TELL HER THAT IT’S NOW OR NEVER, AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER, WE WILL BE SOMETHING LIKE ANCIENT LOVERS AND THE POWER IT HAS WILL REMAIN TRUE TODAY; TO BE RELEVANT WITH LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, WHEN SHE MOVES I FOLLOW BUT I ALWAYS REMEMBER; TO XTERRA LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, TELL HER THAT GIGGLES ARE FOR LAUGHS, AND HER EVERYTHING ELSE IS FOR ME; THE COURAGE OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE IS TRUE AND GIVES SOME TO ME EACH TIME, PROMISE ME HER SMILE; TO SERVE WITH LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE KNOWS WHAT’S GOOD, BUT I HAVE TO LET HER KNOW I’M AVALIBLE; TO LIVE THEN LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, I WILL NEVER OUT LIVE WHAT I FEEL, I LOVE FROM CIRCUMSTANUAL ORDER AND STRENGHT; TO LEAD FOR LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, I WISH I WOULD IGNORE HER AS IF AROGANCE HAS A CHANCE TO GROW FROM OUR MIST; THE SWEET JOURNEY OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, INDIAN GIVING IS LOOKING AWAY AND STILL NOT KNOWING WHICH ONE OF US IS THE INDIAN; THE DEFINITION OF LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, SHE REMINDS ME TO PICTURE HER IN SNOW, BLOWING ME ANGEL KISSES THOUGH MY PALMS; TO MAKE LOVE.
DEAR LOVE, I KNOW GOOD THINGS ARE FOR US ALL, AND I WILL NOT TAKE ANY FOR CHANCE, BUT AT A GLANCE WE ARE ALREADY TOGETHER; A CELEBRATION OF LOVE.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.10.2016
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