THE FIGHTER OF FRIENDLINESS:

It wins the cause and abound with love and kindness I touched your lips.

It confesses to slavery, as for the letter of love,  wrapped in blossoming.

It touches only the sincere souls,

The heart is the constitution of faith,

And the soul and its things are divine.

A love note written on your chest.

I love your breath I love how it falls out and touched tenderness