I love you.
It seems like a simple phrase, no...
Tell me you love me
tell me you want me...
The gift of a girl
Is herself and her heart...
Go farther than looks
seek beyond hints...
To see yourself being blinded by the pink thoughts...
And the one you love...
Now it is a new morning
You are stretching and yarning...
You're telling me you're sorry
for all the things you said...
Were you not...
I don't want our lives to be,
filled full of monotony...
Never criticize the sonnet because you don't see,
Or feel it's rhythm and it's rhyme...
They say they know,
What we're going through...
If love were a color, it would be yellow.
Not for such a reason as...