Night is deep, after a loud sound of fun
carried by the current, as i walked 'lone...

What a wonderful view,
of pleasant colours and hue...

This poem is written after i saw her with her...
you don't have to do it...

Can't sleep, can't dream;
spend all night just thinkin...

Its like a billiard game!
you havent made your first shot...

She makes me alive
she gives me ispiration day and night...

In my sad and lonely nights,
you came and brought the light...

Hue is said to be the color it self,
you gives color to my self...