My poems

It hurts the soul tormented flour
Undivided feelings, hopes, burned ashes
At sgarische stand the fate of his
And what do I do next
How to revive, as again all build
After all, you want to love and to be cherished
Give dreams and get replacement
I want to be loved and to love
But you did not sorry
Have you left me on the ashes of happiness
It hurts the soul, tormented thee

I'm raising your poems
And blessed with a gentle kiss
And even if you wake up
Stay in a beautiful dream
Where there is love where there is hope
And the passions of an ocean
Sailing Easten love
Come to know all the secrets of the ocean
And even in the most daring storm
We'll be together at the helm
The Love Boat, we will
Through the reefs, storms and even hurricanes
After all, a loving heart by virtue of
Storm lives curb

As life is empty without words of love
And tender embrace
As life is empty without the sweet kisses
And long minutes at rozluke
And a tear rolled down her cheeks with
On the sheet where the soul poured out
Because the leaves are silently endure
And the cry of the soul, and bitter tears
And my bitter confession
After listening, and silence, he will take with them
And bitter tears, and all the words that she wrote
Love melancholy and tears
Go with the leaf in its former unknown