I asked myself the question,
what is love...
Mental torture running through my head,
from these words that you have said...
His arm around her waist,
With his studded belt in place...
It's long suffering,
and it's sacrifice...
Glass Rose
Love is like a glass rose...
Love to me is like a dream,
its here for a while then its flows down the...
If I were to
mint the minutes...
Those three words are aching in my head,
In my heart...
When you finish eachothers sentences and...
What is love?
do we really know...
Well I knew it was coming
But I didn't know it would hit me so fast...
Make your move into this moment
it's standing still, and only for you...