Here I hold a picture of us I turn it around an it...
I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends...
Should I find not
Sadness in your separation...
Slender and light
Twisting and wrapping tightly...
When we looked into the horizon, so deep
and sunken into the setting sun, we could...
We all have them
the people who you want to protect...
Living in a house manufactured by our friends;
A bed furnished in feelings of the mislead...
YOU ARE SO COMPATABLE , WHEN YOU MOVE ARUOND
I WEOULD NEVER THINK OF LEAVING YOUR SIDE...
The chair
the bed...
Flower, you are good,
You will do great things someday...
Everyday so different,
Every night so same...
Gratitude evinced by these words.
Enthralled by the might of my reverie...