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A caress on the face, as wings of a sweet butterfly childish.
A whisper to your ear, like a voice of an angel romantic.

A kiss like an awakening from a dream that takes you to dream.
How a sweet the dawn of the morning, kiss your lips quenches.

Like flowers that open with the first rays of dawn. Why you open my heart, and you
are my dawn. My day. My evening.
My night. My dream.

Dream, desire, passion, bring me to you in a big circus of emotions never stopped.
And living day by day.

The desire to have you be confused
with the fear of getting in a whirl of emotions that I do not want leave you.

Living in essence you, materialize a dream, this beautiful our wish.
But the wishes are sometimes close to nothing, and the warmth of a
certainty does not seem to ever reach.

Danielle, you are the dawn lighting of America every day.