How beautiful it is to dream, to dream of love, but more beautiful is to draw it in letters, in sighs, in verses, in prose and poems.
How beautiful it is to dream that someone exists and believes in true love.
How beautiful it is to fly to find yourself in the never never, there, where written dreams come true.
How beautiful it is that dream, that illusion, that longing, has a name today and is the owner of my heart
But the nicest thing would be, that owner feels the same way I do. And not only that, if not I also express it by looking into my eyes, by talking with the heart in hand and saying: - Here I am, I also wish to love and love you with all my heart.
How beautiful when love, is between two.
How beautiful it is to fly to find yourself in the never never, there, where written dreams come true.
How beautiful it is that dream, that illusion, that longing, has a name today and is the owner of my heart
But the nicest thing would be, that owner feels the same way I do. And not only that, if not I also express it by looking into my eyes, by talking with the heart in hand and saying: - Here I am, I also wish to love and love you with all my heart.
How beautiful when love, is between two.
