You, my dearest 'bebito', are the gentle hand that guides my path, the warm sun that chases away the shadows. Before you, my heart was but a lonely melody; now, it sings a sweet song of devotion.
You, my dearest 'bebito', are the gentle hand that guides my path, the warm sun that chases away the shadows. Before you, my heart was but a lonely melody; now, it sings a sweet song of devotion.