Your eyes are my stars of happiness.

I prefer friends who walks with me in the shade - because friends, who constantly splendor in the glow of the flash of photographers, and sometimes accompany me - at every turn in times of success, this species of friends are suspect to me.

A snowflake falls, so tenderly on your lips, I have learned to love this winter.

In a sweet way, my thoughts, are embedded in love.

True love withstands the storms of life.

My eyes fall on you like a singing veil from the days of rebirth.