The moon pulls the tide
like your heart pulls on mine...
As a young child, I was made of stone
I had no feelings, destined to be alone...
Her voice is like the wind
So soft and so gentle...
White
candles...
You are my rosey redhead
My bright red rosebud...
My love is like a star.
I want to burn...
Love is, yellow roses waiting for you on a table...
Love is, waking up at 6:00 in the morning just to...
This man loves you. You are the soft and quiet...
To what form shall I compare Thee, my Lord?
That I shall be complete when I attempt...
People Do not love me,
they do love a version of me I won't deny it...
A gaze into his eyes, a smile,
a tender kiss in my forehead...
~Never give up if you still wana try.
~Never dry your tears if you still wana cry...