It is hard to forget your love, is clinging to the root of a big tree, is there where you planted it with so much affection. I remember growing as a beautiful rose in the depths of my heart, as little by little their stalks were populating my feelings, I promised that I would care and water with my affection every day, had that incredible need to care that rose with so much love grow these in my being. Who would say that beautiful rose let it wither, it seems that I escaped my hands care, never think that to take care of her had to take care of you, you were the one who revived that rose in my growing, now that you are not , she wilts a little more day by day...
This post is a translation from Spanish of a post of my property. The link of this post you can get it by clicking here