An angel he was, with a beautiful brave eyes. Soft lips and silky flying hair. I love it when he smile and more when he’s asleep. I love myself in his arms and when he look at me with his sexy eyes. I love his soft beautiful skin. I laugh at his joke because I can’t help but to smile.
He made me dream! He makes me believe in the unseen…. His love makes me touch the clouds. Sometimes I fear it would all end. I fear the reality of life. The bitter truth. Yet once again i get lost in his eyes.
He think of himself as a curse and try to be the darkness. But I clearly see him shin. I know his truth. I know his mine. Maybe this’s the reason I’M FINE, dispute him carelessly livining.
I wish he could see my love. I wish he would understand. I’ll always be waiting for him to come home. I just pray he find me wherever I am.