As you sleep, Santana~ Son of mine creator of my love artist that helped color me tears I shed for you, my son, are handed down from the Aztec Warrior who shared her blood with me... She is the greatest of women and her spirit it blessed in your corazon I realized that today... my soft prince, laying there innocent~ with my fire behind those brown eyes... liberating yourself in those dreams
Reason for writing:
for the child who has the pleasure of being held by my eternal partner....
Birth sign: Taurus
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