I was born to love you
I would give you what you want
My heart, my whole life
You ask that I'll please you
hey, hey
If you saw me
Pensandote Wherever I Want
I do not run out of ideas
I wrote you so much and so many kisses
that I lost the account
and I'm
sunk in a Sonnet that has no end
they are so many rhymes that I do not know which one to choose
I cling to a crisis that I write without control
on both sides of the paper, and that is because of you
For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish
and is it bring you here
For you I have become a poet
I already have a thousand sheets full
A closet of full pages
What I write when I see you and that makes me happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
It makes me happy to have you
And I imagine next to you until death
Whenever I look at my sale is to see you
I want the next morning to bring luck
To become the owner of your heart
To be a reality what happened as illusion
One sensation, the lack of reason
The combination of love with attraction
I like you, how to deny it
It does not scare me, you just have to prove it
I'm looking for an opportunity to express it
From what I see, I'm going to love you for a long time
For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish and that is to bring you to me
For you I have become a poet
I already have a thousand sheets full
A closet of full pages
What I write when I see you and that makes me happy
If you saw me with a hill
with the flow of your hips
and your smile will find spring
if you saw me writing poems
Wherever you are spending nights sailing
if you saw me comparing each flower
with the smell of your hair
I will ask the full moon
if you saw me writing poems
where he will be spending nights sailing
For you I have become a poet
I make rhymes in my old notebook
I look at the sky waiting for a comet
To make a wish and that is to bring you to me
For you I have become a poet
I already have a thousand sheets full
A closet of full pages
What I write when I see you and that makes me happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Very happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
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