DLA PRZYJACIELA

Letters to you ... My beloved, beloved ... I am writing you a letter without words heart and soul, thoughts ... I am writing you a letter without words ... I dance with you in the stars year, a clear night, and in the field, where ears sparkle and gilded. I dance with you in the forest, with the wind and the birds ... I am happy in his world of dreams, memories and dreams ... I would like to hear the music of your heart, I would like to look at you ... with a smile of an angel ... I want to listen to your music love, let me kidnap a wave, like the wind. I'm swimming in the blue sky spotlessly clean, boundless, endless ... Through my words, I want to penetrate your soul, in your heart to the bottom. Love me, on the leaves of flowers enrolled. Wrapped in a shawl morning mists, I came to you intimidated ... I touch your mouth, watch your eye color. Your smile hug to the heart, I will satisfy to your joy, like a soft blanket, cover up your love ... Wind ... a touch of your lips on my face. This whisper of the heart and confession of dreams. Wind, it caresses my hair, your smile, your touch. It's proximity, which is far ... and further, that is proximity. Love the whole big world and a world that is love ... I LOVE YOU OVER THE LIFE