My Destiny of My Heart Through the Light

Hello mate with the smile of a sweet peach, how may I help you angel. She had a smile that would calm the savage breast of the beast before an attack. Her teeth of pearly white and small dimples in her cute cheeks, how I long to kiss those soft cheeks. A pretty smile that deserves a soft kiss upon her lips. A natural nude color of her lips, they need no lip stain; however, the lip stain would add more to you in a form of a compliment. Seeing your feet every morning before you got ready for work, white and of red polish. How I longed to embrace your sweet form and draw in your pleasant scent. Your hair is beautifully blond and medium length. Your eyes are a pool of water in Cinque Terre. They draw me into a smile. Your voice calms my soul. May I say to you, I love knowing you. A troubadour in my heart. A troubadour in your heart. I hope to God you are ok my soul mate. I hope you succeed. I may be able to catch a glimpse of you on a Sunday at our mutual location. Only then can I say thank you. Only then can I hold your hand and embrace you as my sister in the eyes of the Messiah. Only then can I greet you in my European way. To you I would like to say, “in another time our hands were together in white and black.” Praise to Allah for us meeting; maybe someday our paths will cross again. Possibly you may become a part of my heart; however, only Yahweh will place you into a lower role than that of a wife. I will still say I love you. A dynasty of events has become our destiny, Miss D. Grazie mi bella ragazza di Bianca. La mia angela di capelli di biondi. Bachiami.