No matter if it wilts, it will blossom,
Flourishing relentlessly over and over..
For being with you, I am not afraid.
When you hold me tight, I can feel your heart.
Your delicate brown eyes saying three words.
A soft, sweet, shy smile playing on your lips.
This emotion that overcomes my soul,
Can shatter as easy as glass.
But, you can repair this passion, known as
Love.




Maroc
