Intro:
Buses we ride...

I don't know how to start this poem...
How about I'll start this with a line from a song...

Each man has her own princess and queen,
Mine is different coz i call her my Goddess...

In this cold, freezing winter time,
The only thing that gives me heat is the image of...

Today I watched the snow falling,
It reminds me of how I kept falling...

Love is a verge of being found,
There is something you can hope all around...

Looking at my reflection,
I smile and think of my situation...

At first I thought I could make you happy,
But after what happened today...

At the park is where it all began,
In love and messed around...