In your box; i swim my thoughts,
consume our contorts...
The battle between the head and the heart is real...
It may mean tough starting from the beginning, but...
Some of think we know what love is,
But we find that it's not that simple...
We carry a specialist of love
what we carry is a design of love...
The night was silent
a rare ambience...
You do not know me yet,
but I have dreamed about...
If he hates you, does not mean he does not love
Hatred contains the hope that people hated to...
I'm falling in more ways than one...
....once again the cycle resets...
What will you do if I tell you..
that i want to whisper in your ear...
If I could take back one less tear
That fell from my eyes over the years...
Soaring through the sky never touching ground
Ever blissfull flying over all that is unsure...
There are many poems about love
There are many bundles of tales about love...