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we are born to love

We are born to love

We are born to love; the humanity
She goes late or early to the bows of the ternura:
You are atractivo candy, ó formusura,
That it enchants, that seduces, that persuades.
Enleia for taste the freedom;
E later that the passion n'alma if selects
Some then call it desventura,
They call some to it then happiness.
Which was abismou in the gloomy sadnesses,
Which in soft joys discourses,
With hopes a thousand in the ideia lighted.
Love or faints, or pára, or runs;
E, according to diverse natures,
A porfia, this forget, that one die.

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 10h57
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Unknown, were two souls
What Dick and thought the same.
Destemidos, there was as prevent the
Meeting between those such.
Imaginativos, could be the two who lived
In remote places.
Impulsivos, are forever of each other
As eternal lovers.

The history of them will be still
Birth one day,
From as had been found
The great joy,
Through a computer screen, believe me,
Learned about is love, not avoid.

All the suspense because of our actions.
When you find,
The truth that will emerge.
I take the first attitude, the first steps.
Where will we find,
The destination can not delay.

Someone is going?
Our time is passing.
What am I talking?
Our time is passing.
Something is missing?

Our time is passing.
Time love,
Time want,
Time to rejoice,
Time you see.

Unknown, there will be more,
Everything will be beautiful,
Dear, in all our well,
Life is beautiful.
After that love for computer
Nothing else will be real and rather special.

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 13h34
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Prince of love

If my love

Fosse only thy

Never Sell

For someone far

But my heart

It is an open door

In hopes of true love

A prince delighted

That is not enough

Even if I call

Wow!

For solitude, which invades my bedroom

Today, looked to the sky

As evening falls

And I saw the major

Do white knight

But there was

The prince

Assembled it

Not even had someone!

Downloaded my head

And felt that tears

Come to my eyes

And molhavam my face

But at night

My hope

It would cause you again

To travel in my thinking

I do not weep

Before a star

Not be sad

In view of life,

And every day

I find the stars

And enjoy the sky

The Divine beauty!

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 17h39
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Jonny Buckland,

I do not know if he would have in the world somebody to who I I could dedicate as much love how much I dedicate you. Not! He would not have exactly, therefore you he is only capable to make me and to fill my heart with as many joys so well. You he is a love angel, that invaded my soul to make me happy e, thus, I only can conclude that all this affection alone can be directed you.
About all the minutes of my existence I think about its welfare. In all its better dreams you are present, really you you are the person who invaded me heart. I made of me a better person, transformed my much more pretty life into something. It made with that everything to my life came back and gained more brightness and color.
I love you with all my forces, and intend to continue dedicating you everything that I could make that alive you each happyer time, therefore its happiness is my life

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 16h00
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To only be next to you…

The strokes of my heart speed up,
I think about you.
In that we live deeply so far,
in that still in it remains them to live deeply.
In the dreams that we dream,
in the oaths of Love.
Love for me is this…
it has that to beat!
It has the peace that meeting in yours to smile,
the accurate heat of its hands.
Love is this calmness that
meeting in you, when we speak,
when together we are.
It is to see the night if to become
dawn suddenly,
for the hours not perceived.
It is to see the same night if to drag,
when it does not come.
Love is to have you, during e
in each task that I conclude.
It is to see you,
not mattering very
for where my look goes…
Because, generally,
they do not enxergam what look at,
they always enxergam you.
Is to feel you in each something that touches,
to love you is this here,
while you there,
I here…
Writing of my love for you,
to only be next to you.

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 17h37
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YOUR GOTTEN PASSIONATE GREEN EYES

The green of your eyes, is pretty
More they seem miracles of God
Of them honey tears fall, in a nugget
Sweetening the brightness of the eyes mine

They take me for good way
Covered in calmness
Where searching good cantinho
P'ra to admire its magic

Your eyes are a paradise,
Where my love if spreads
They are so candies, that nor necessary
To feel madness that confuses me

They cause pleasure without equal,
To mine that walks magic
P' la color of a celestial garden,
Of these your gotten passionate green eyes

I want them to kiss with fervor,
In our pieces of sin
God in will pardon them without fear,
Grant-in the sacred love

- Postado por: >--(v)--> Loves Buckland <- às 17h12
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