Read this, love.

Dear Love.

My world is cloudy. The sun does not appear to insist on joy and warm my heart. Why?
There are many days that my heart cries and can not leave this prison of sorrow. The pain is so much that I am breathless. It seems that nostalgia begins to take care of me, and my heart begins to shrink from pain, a hand to shake it you know? Will it kill him? I am a nightmare. I am dreaming that I stopped to see you, I gotta hear. What? Where are you? Appears now please, I can't handle this more silence. Are you there? Listen to me, please, wherever you are now. I'm begging for your presence.

Tried all life as we would find an angel. I would like to know your personality, your voice and your appearance. I can embrace it and ask you how was the sky. So find the peace I needed in my life. One day I discovered this angel. I was happy to learn that it had a name: YOU! By you, all that I know now in life-God, can be slow to show me the image of the angel, but showed me in a wonderful and true.

He is for all my life an example to follow. My source of inspiration.
I am a fan he is the only real man on Earth;
I am a fan he has a huge heart and wonderful;
I am a fan so he made the world, giving them hope;
I am a fan for his smile and happiness he gave to me;
I am a fan for his wonderful eye, the truth and purity that they envy so much. I am fan of him all that he has been and will in the world and in my life. He taught me to live. He gave me a world of dreams. He taught me to love. He showed me the sky and told me he was a star, a star that shines and inhabits the moon. A man eternal. An angel on Earth.