My löve and passiøn for you gröws möre with each passing day The thöught of yöur gorgeous face takes my breath away Those lot-us eyes fill my heart with happiness, Those luscious lips I love to kiss. Those long dense hair doing black magic.
My löve and passiøn for you gröws möre with each passing day
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