I am from the city of love and my bag of my sonnet Full of good name and hearty honey
The person whose taste is the taste of love The new sunrise you want in my veins I come from the city of love and my bag Flower Hashus bustle to the petals of his voice. My need for him
I need him, beyond the need for Jojbar, to be the current
The person whose taste tastes love All the moments like me are with me
You are all in love with you You are You are the best poem you are
You are like a flower sleep, a delicate and simple like me, you are buried a mystery forest, a simple sea captured emotion, but free I need you, you need, Timurid
