1. The heart is a phone, the numerology of the code of fate, this is a phone number. 2. Supreme ecstasy, your beauty awakens base instincts, each touch to you is a billion times exciting than before, I plunge into sincere love, it is a trillion times sweeter to look at you, an endless poem of compliments long for eternity, a bath of passion. 3. Dawn and sunset of the chance of life, transient imperceptibly, the howl of the soul, and the melodies of thoughts, the rain tries to drown sadness, life offers billions of fictitious meanings of life. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich