Lover letter

On these waves of flowers, we will surf of happiness. Nothing will touch us neither despair, nor misfortune. We swore to love us. With the words of our promises, the ink of our certainty, the beats of our hearts. Our lives took the direction never to be left. The wind carried our secrecy until the end of the sky. There, where the bees gather nectar and pollen honey. There, where the clouds cry only of the tears of joy. In this country where there is only one sea of flowers. In this place where we will come to choke our tears. We will have some. You and me.  Not to believe it would be an error. We will arrive until forgiveness. On cement of our faith. We will sail beyond the colors and of the perfumes. To do only one. Linking us forever.