I am used to smiling, even when in my soul is restless. Because not everyone should see your tears. I learned to live with dignity. But living without love is not at all what my soul wants.

I'm not looking for wealth. Not married for the ideal.
I wait for one - the same man.
What comes not to close the void, but to divide the fullness of life.
The one who is not scared of my depth.
Who will not pass by when he sees not just a beautiful woman, but a heart that is capable of real.

I am waiting for a man to be silent with, and this will be the warmest conversation.
A man for whom care is not a duty, but a need for a soul.
A man to whom I can say, "I am yours. Without fear. No doubt. Forever."

Here it is happiness feminine ...