Hi, I'm Pham Hoang Bao Ngan. It's the first time I've made this website. And I wanna reserve this website to my second idol. She's Gisele Bundchen - a supermodel comes from Brazil. Just look at her and you will utter that she's lovely, so cute, so hot, so charming, so pretty, so..... hehehe I hope you like.

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I miss you.

I miss your warm eyes,
the way you listen and care.
I miss your kisses
and all that we share.

I miss you.

I miss the touch of your hand,
so reassuring and sincere,
and the moments we spend together,
that I hold dear.

I miss you.

I miss all of the caring
things you do,
and spending the evening
alone with you.

I miss you.

I look forward to tomorrow
knowing that then,
I'll be one day closer
to seeing you again.

You must have
guessed it by now...
I miss you!



I offer you
the flower of my heart.
It's always growing and
searching for perfection,
always reaching for the
sparkling rays of the sun,
but only you can give it
the care and nourishment
it needs to thrive.
Love it.
Treasure it.
Keep it safe.
Give it your light.
And it will bloom
forever!

heard the music when true love called,
A song sent from heaven on silver wings.
The whole world was dreaming,
Wisps of light streaming
As the stars spilled their magic upon you and me.


The tune was more lovely
Than the nightingale's song,
More delicate than a weeping rose,
Yet as powerful as the sun rising
To spread golden ribbons of warmth at dawn.


And I bow down before you,
The one my eyes pine to behold,
My soul dreaming,
Heart beaming,
I swear that I shall love and adore you.