Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Oh Mi Amore
From here to Madrid and back again,
the words spoken were in the wind.
The reflection a story tells, of love as beautiful
as the flight of the nighten gales.
I am begging on my knees, hold my hand
and let's be free, to feel the love of hearts
beat.
You were meant to be here with me,
to love and set our souls free.
Oh mi amor, oh mi amor, aferrar a mí.
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