I know that i must spend my love
with you until its time...

You need room to grow,
I need room to breath...

The day the moon fell
we remember it well...

Love is like
a poem...

I had a little flower
that grew into a tree...

When ever I am typing away
the hours everyday...

I am lying to you
so much now...

I work so hard
and give up so much...

I cant tell if its snowing
or its just the rain...

I can't tell you what if feels like
to be in constant doubt...

If every tear without
turned into a rose...

When no is left to blame
when my love is for the same...