just like this

But she said, where'd you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I'm not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

LOVE is not about how much you say: "I love you", but how much you can prove that it's TRUE.

LOVE is not about how much you say: "I love you", but how much you can prove that it's TRUE.

My happiness has name, your name

My happiness has name, your name

It is better to make love to say, because when it is done he alone is said

It is better to make love to say, because when it is done he alone is said

Loneliness is mixed in my essence.

Loneliness is mixed in my essence.

In each remembrance and in every word to conquer your heart, I'm there.

In each remembrance and in every word to conquer your heart, I'm there.

When a door closes another opens

When a door closes another opens

** For you you love! **

When in your heart it opens, full of life, scented flower of love, remember that someone planted the day within you.
When your heart is lit with the soft colours of the sunset, remember that someone was you.
When the fire of passion burning your heart, consuming all your fibers in the immolation of pleasure, remember that someone lit the flame.
When your heart is embroidery of golden dreams, woven with threads of Moonlight, remember that someone colored your inner world.
When the night find you heart broken and anguished by the bitterness in the day, remember that there is someone waiting for you with the handkerchief in his hand.
When insomnia makes you desperately spin in bed, remember that someone can seed dreams of peace in your mind.
When the loneliness you press and your cry find no echo, remember that there, on the other hand, someone loves your company and understands your cry.
When your secrets do not fit more inside you, threatening to break levees of your soul, remember that there is someone willing to pick them up and save them with the fondness and dignity that you expect.
When the blue of the sky, the warmth of the Sun, the Twitter of birds, the perfume of the flowers, the nostalgia of sunset, the charm of the morning, the serenity of lakes and the smile of the ventura you dwell in your heart, remember that someone has touched your heart with the wand miracle of love.
You, that you love and live in the contradictory world of Rainbow and dark, calm and agitation, peace and instability, knows that there is someone that lives in your planet!
At happy hours, share with her your smiles, in the hours of solitude, see, get up and look for it wherever it is.
Do not watch the clock! What they care about the hours? Life is so short, there is no time to lose!
You that you love, if you have the courage and the simplicity of doing so, open your lips and sings the miracle of love, because only the 'love' approaching persons and they do speak the same language...

** To be strong **

Don't see in the obstacles a source of problems, discovers in them the chance to beat you and pit them against each other with courage.

"The routine of love"

It was one of those so many times that we talked about things without weights together, we talked about trivialities, and so we were discussing in platitudes.
Always in the expected to the long-awaited time to come out to my work, your to yours, where they will spend the hours noisily, and your, immutable sitting in the office looking after the window the daily life, without doing anything to change the same routine.
Your worrying read the newspaper to see the sport, baseball first, then all the others, although nor understand it, is only as usual throughout your life that is based on habits. Already in the afternoon the two ended up, we arrived tired and just wanted to comment on anything, just swim and eat and then as all the nights go to bed..
And so the days and endless without variation, exactly, as if time had stopped at our house. In order to rest, with the small range of treat of wanting to do the love, the same routine, same position, the same kisses, caresses the same, the same give and receive, the same desire to finish and rest.
What day and time that was lost, the passion, the desire, the desire to be together, the illusions, dreams of love? ... I believe was guilty life, work, the concerns, the desire to have a better carriage, a house best, left in darkness, our beautiful love.
What a shame… Let's see what has been of that couple that once sounded, with a happy home, only pure reeds in the hair, in your eyes tired of not enjoying life, a few pounds to more than indicate that until his weight was of the hands. And in his face a total boredom, and an unwillingness of the soul, a thousand frustrated hopes, and desires are desperate drowned for a long time, or died little by little and sadly in the routine.     

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