My rose

I can't believe I'm in love whit him.
Hi is this tall gay who is so fin.
And when I see him it feels like I'm in heaven.
But for some reason I'm still standing her on earth.

He is like a poet,describing how I feel
Every move he makes is another beautiful sentence.
Every word are written perfect and care full.

It is true, the way I feel.
The sound of his woice,
is painted on my memories.
Even if his not whit me.

He is like a flower, smelling so beautiful.
No one can be more pretty then my rose.
No flower can even compete against a rose.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky,
in the dark nighet.
How the stars are shing for him and me
I will always love you