Do not tell me anything quietly ... It is simply very good that you're in this world.

From thy caressing hands saplaukst flowers, And March winds feel your breath. In no time you really spring, let the earth could not be.

I believe in you! Your smile, your caress, Thy reproach Terrible name, the open for your story, what you're telling. I believe in you. In love ...

I am coming in still waters - but such is still the world! Fed up with me chanting, storm and urge banks. Me into peaceful waters, deep, clear and sparkle. I need a balance and calm, And your breath on the cheek.

You are like the sea, beach and warm through you whole life benefit. You are a pool and a bridge, and the day dawn, and proximity.

You forgive me, I did not want to hack it on purpose to love you, But believe me - it is very, very hard to order this foolish heart.

If there is something beautiful in my life has been, then it is a thing of the past that hurt me and verve. In a beautiful, sometimes, what remains nesadzijis, of which so much my heart something like pity.

All this as a fairy tale, so long as good old melody. For the most beautiful of all, love is the first one!

Beautiful to live if we intertwine dreams, Joy is much easier to laugh alone. Woe to hurt the same way - your and mine, hurt ... but a little less alone!

I'll give you my heart, only to now know and ... Tiny, small, neuzietās Sirdslietiņas I will ...

ALL starts with something-MORNING begins with sunshine and racial calyx. FRIENDSHIP begins with a smile and a warm friend-hand. LOVE the eyes and vision, which binds and placed on the open-chest with excitement and loud heartbeats. JOY and starts, there's ... Where doors open mind ....

What would a world without flowers, birds singing and the dawn of beauty? But it may be, it is. But what would the world be without love? It would be lost.

They say, will be a sunny summer, the speckled butterflies are flying. And will be a generous Autumn Weekend in mountain ash drifts Brad. Svēteļi fly across the yard and the children as peas shedding, For fern flower searching, a love apron Rice. There will be a winter white and Mamula, it was snowing snow, whirlwinds of container. Detailed asniņš under white sheets listen, The ray of sunshine in the survey. Will certainly be generous in the world With all of that blessed work. There will be children, and love stories - And what they always tell ...

Take me gently, gently pull yourself close and hug me often and please do not leave. Hugs your dreams How I feel Do not let me go past them.

Sounds in the ears of a single word I want you to say about love, for understanding, for compassion for all. But not too quiet or too loud, not too long nor too short. Then get and say, Thank you very much, that you make me.