Our love is like this, and when you and I do it, everything is more beautiful. And in him we give all that is, and what has not been written. When we hug, we feel so many things, it is not necessary to speak. A perfect meeting between yours and my chest, our clothes do not go. Our love is like this, for you and for me, like a recipe. Our curves are found, our shapes are carved, in perfect measure. This love of the two is madness that brings, this dream of peace, beautiful for others. And when we kiss, when we love, we forget life out there. Each part of you has an ideal shape, and if you are with me, a total coincidence of concave and convex. This is our love in sex. This love of the two is madness that brings, this dream of peace, beautiful for others. And when we kiss, when we love, we forget life out there. Each part of you has an ideal shape, and if you are with me, a total coincidence of concave and convex. This is our love in sex. This love of the two is madness that brings, this dream of peace, beautiful for others.