Curly Weave Style With Chinese Bangs

was too late I found the


dusk Of your impregnate

In the morning when I played I hit
love

Sorry ... I'll never do breast
As soon as As the woman went

fate has prepared you
Less
Another way that office
to be a mother you wanted

second time
Life
never gave you the opportunity of raising a child

your happiness with you always
Why have you assumed

loneliness always be your son was and could not be

Solitude and I
voice at the end or death

good
In almost never give us the bad
Y
that abound


see in you the good grass grow as VEO dwarfed



In the pink skin of your body, your face

Every word
yours pride
More
big your heart I see aggrandizement

your will want to help

A call loneliness

When approaching others
In the path of your dreams
At the me that longs
Each Again I see I want

And I see that time also you will want to

As I love you poems