A pair of lovers is a pair of tongues that say the word alternately, the same word, which moves from mouth to mouth.
A pair of lovers is a pair of eyes that never tired of looking at each other, lyrics to each other, closing each other, in the light and dark.
A pair of lovers are two travelers searching each other, and steadfast wait until finally found each other.
A pair of lovers is a pair of names that ask each other for a place in memory, so as not lost in the loss.
A pair of lovers are a pair of farmers who rush to the fields do not wait for the rain to die, because love is a fertile morning.
A pair of lovers is a pair of eyes in the night, there is a beautiful dangling light, and there is hope that gee, rampant.
A pair of lovers are two lines on a gurindam, longing for revenge, mutual opening and closing, harassing, muffling.
A pair of lovers is a pair of longing hands, stalling to the empty, as if to rub a love on the forehead full of sweat.
A pair of lovers are a pair of hearts at a glance, bristling, as you imagine the longing will be very torture.
A pair of lovers is a pair of interconnected books, the first book, continues into the second book, and vice versa.
A pair of lovers is a pair of books that amaze each other on the cover, because it knows very well what is written on them.
A pair of lovers are two books, writing and reading each other, without ever interchanging the pages.
