There are dwellings and kingdoms in heaven, but certainly there is an special place reserved for the most beautiful, purest, most divine, most unaffected, delicate and charming flower. And the treasures, the jewels in front of her feet are like dust.
It does not matter the science, the conscience because she will always be the most tender, elegant because she has the charm of been the most perfect; having the voice and the essence of the most felt poetry.
She has the love of love, she has the candor of the soul and she has the permission of God to be the queen of love itself.
She is delicate maiden, nobody is as sensible as she is because she is the queen, the same crown of the sun, she is: Gratitude.
It does not matter the science, the conscience because she will always be the most tender, elegant because she has the charm of been the most perfect; having the voice and the essence of the most felt poetry.
She has the love of love, she has the candor of the soul and she has the permission of God to be the queen of love itself.
She is delicate maiden, nobody is as sensible as she is because she is the queen, the same crown of the sun, she is: Gratitude.
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