sábado, 21 de abril de 2012

My little girl.

When I look in your eyes, they take me out of the impossible, I look at your lips and lose myself in imagination. Every night I wonder how would you close your eyes slowly while I sing. Stand up and take breakfast in bed for you. Wake you with a kiss and pamper you. I'll say you're beautiful even after waking up, even with disheveled hair, anyway, I'll say. Words do not fit me when I think about you, but "I know that somewhere, find you, because you already were mine and I knew."

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