Love is as sweet as fresh fruit.
Love stinks like a sweaty boot...
What more could we wish for,
what else can there be...
If you judge me by my words,
then your halfway to knowing me...
Those three words are aching in my head,
In my heart...
Glass Rose
Love is like a glass rose...
Mental torture running through my head,
from these words that you have said...
I asked myself the question,
what is love...
I have never met anyone like you before,
When I say I love you, it means so much more...
Life has memories
That we hold so very dear...
You do what I do
You breathe what I breathe...
The Summer is ending
School's about to start...
Love?
What is this thing we call love...