Maria had never been in love. But when she first saw a tiny sprout push its way through the tile floor, she felt something tighten inside her belly. She sat in her father's wooden rocking chair, his ... [+]
Might albatross hover to his lover?
If I could answer, my true love is rare,
Curled hair bestows la Seine color amber,
Helen's beauty dimmed to thine bright eyes flare.
Enticed by beam through woods I shall follow,
Light to treasure in misty life of mine,
Lovable Muse makes all my tomorrows,
Elysium flowers when thou and I combine.
May life be sweets and porridge we enjoy,
Years after years hands held as Gods ordain,
Lilac stows serene scents of our story,
Ocean devours mountain while wills remain.
Vista vouched as ends my sacred journey,
Era rises as starts our sublime destiny.
If I could answer, my true love is rare,
Curled hair bestows la Seine color amber,
Helen's beauty dimmed to thine bright eyes flare.
Enticed by beam through woods I shall follow,
Light to treasure in misty life of mine,
Lovable Muse makes all my tomorrows,
Elysium flowers when thou and I combine.
May life be sweets and porridge we enjoy,
Years after years hands held as Gods ordain,
Lilac stows serene scents of our story,
Ocean devours mountain while wills remain.
Vista vouched as ends my sacred journey,
Era rises as starts our sublime destiny.
