I hold in my hand,
I keep in my memory,
A treasure of our land.
Our golden days,
Our single history.
Your smile is my ambrosia
Your happy voice
Is my brightest fantasia.
Is my pleasurable choice
You're my precious jewel.
Your image
My colorful page
A paradise that won't change
In the deepest of my heart, of my mind
And of my soul.
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Love is ambrosia and it can give life to marooned one, love is always an unseen treasure that is protected by soul ...