"My beloved host has hosted for years, embracing you and my eyes shedding, its features and body that were mine were absent. With your wombs, it became a delicacy and complicated the death of it. I want you to know that my beloved hates darkness, so I have a luminous candle at her on top of the grave, she loves sleeping on my chest, so build a bridge between us and let me I sing for her to close her eyes and feel reassuring, give me a minute to embrace her behind the walls and free our hearts from sorrows, tell her that God does not waste a soul and gives me love and affection then she slit her belly in half to give me "an angel of nectar of chrysanthemums, whisper in her loneliness that she is the most wonderful woman in the heart of" Hubeyb " And, I am witnessing with the rain beads, the waterfall purl, the fragrant the The valleys responded and ran that I am in love with them and I will remain the love-loving lover, O grave. If you stand, I feel it between your ribs. Do not cut your pilgrim. Be honest and deliver all my messages. You are the only place to which I refer with certainty and I say: “Here is its shrine”, you are the only communication network that passes my messages, You are the ocean of Elvis and the Twitter and Instagram box, when I stand at her head, do not move a lot, my sweetheart loves calmness, ashamed, and you are our third, be wasted and let us in the elevation of love set up a house and build our dreams in a second world, be friendly when advancing "the kid" after you know the truth, smile and say "Your mother loves you", I lower the voice of pallor in your eyes, I know that the rose on you will wither, Water dries you, but I Sohda bouquet invitations to baby drops with tears, and in spite of you will respond, and now the quietest and well at purity prayers, I will write you theistic ink
"I love you my love."
- Clint Bling