The cycle stream of our Love

The cycle stream of our love moves as you your hear when the winds are clearly unnutrel. I love been a sacrifice and a piece of cheese to a mouth of a cat to maintain or sestain a lip bite or a teeth fight. I am, at all circumstances, a water under the bridge and a cycle stream reaching the all most flirt to the nicest bird clothing the horrison. My love, if you see the shadow of me, recite me to your heart. Make me the dead hero for nothing,for the reason of nosense. And you will benefit as we go along up together were the cycle stream foregrounding the sight.