Not only is he sweet enough
to make me blush candy apple red...
It's hurting me inside,
And I can not bare...
I can't look you in the eyes I'm afraid that you...
The yearning I feel inside for what I know could...
Red as the roses that brush against your lips,
Sweet as the touch at the end of your fingertips...
I miss holding ur hand,
i miss touching ur face...
Missing someone
Who is special to me...
Two hearts,
Lonely in a world of sorrow...
For my love that ever reaches thee in the dead of...
Across forested hills, its voice in ghostly echoes...
The sum of all we’ll ever be,
Charted by the line of time...
Rest assured, I’m full of doubt
A heap of timeless love...
Whenever your sad
Just whisper my name...
Should twenty more of you and all the same
Proclaim that they are you and you for me...