Jet black hair,
snow white skin...
Just one instigating look,
a lock of passionate eyes...
Kissing
Gentle and smooth...
A little tear drop falls down to the paper
Ruins the handwriting and almost all my mind...
When she looks in his eyes
she sees her future...
My love for you is endless
I'm surrendered by your charms...
It is the feeling
of being in love...
I love the way you make me smile,
and the way you make my tears disappear...
Everyone insists on telling me
We're not meant to be together...
I wrote this poem for my sister for a English...
The feelings of passion, flow through my veins...
So little time has been spent together,
Yet so many tears have fallen from her...
On a cold black night
She stands alone on the bridge...