Sun’s ray strikes with the cold morning air
showing your beauty to your silky hair...
A small box, covered in gold plate scenes:
the teen king and his young bride share joys...
If I am the Sunflower
then you are the gardener...
Were strangers at start
then befriended each...
The way you make my palms so sweaty
Ever since the day we met...
What is love?
It is like the spider that bites after crawling...
You came to my world unannounced. I was caught off...
But why? Why do you have to be so sweet...
I know sometimes I cause you pain,
Even when you respect me and hold me in high...
Cole said:
I still love you I didn't think I did I do even...
In your peach sundress wander this field of...
always remember our fine April afternoon...
ove, I haven't missed you
since Easter two years ago...
You who cast your living snobbery against
our years long past ought to bear it lightly...