When love appears, an angel flows between people, which no one sees except those who love each other.
We two people in a completely strange place, each seemingly looking for something different and yet going in the same direction. We finally found our place there, at the end of the world. My angel, I was looking for you when happiness was carried away by the wind. My heart is a mirror and still looking for your reflection.
My angel, I love your body, soul and breath. It's romantic. Love is not a whim.Our love is not a flower that fades with age. Our love is a choice linked to action, and I choose you and I will choose you every day for the rest of my life....
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