It's the way that my eyes see you
That no one else will know...

She told me she couldn't dance
As the song we love would play...

Why does love always seem to end cruel
And yet when it starts, it is so divine...

Imagine if you were a shoe
How do you think that you would do...

When you might fail, you shouldn't complain
Or feel forced to try, to do it again...

A family rich though income is poor
And you would then wonder how this could be...

The night from her won't take away
When darkness will surround...

I bought some delicious apples
All red and with a shine...

When you feel you can't go on
Don't fill your mind with doubt...

Trying to lose weight
When your conscience is often...

Is love ever perfect?
Or is it often blind...

I have now learnt from long ago
That it does no good to complain...