The wind blows
unceasingly
and autumn leaves
fall and keep falling.
unceasingly
and autumn leaves
fall and keep falling.
It is amazing how much snow
there is too much cold
there is too much cold
everything seems sad,
everything seems alone.
But……
A ray bursts on the horizon
with its burst of light;
and illuminates my face
just a moment ... It´s not warmth….
It´s love.
She is my summer
She is my warmth
Open the door of my heart,
Open the door of my heart,
Doesn´t matter how much cold.
Oh! You have written a love poem in English for your girlfriend! What strong events are going on..."wind blows unceasingly" and "leaves fall and keep falling." A lot of change is going on!
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Very nice Carlos!