The most beautiful of my heart, When I am in court it is of you that I think, and yes without you I do not know what I shall make parceque I love you you count far too much for me.. All my life I have to dream to have Friend Comme you, Of ailleur you are Much more than Friend Pour I, are You the Woman my Beloved life. And there are voices Which want to be heard. There is so much to say But you cannot find the words. This flavor of magic, The beauty that that was .

