I try and try to be,
one like you you see?
I love you, I live for you,
I hope you feel the same way too.
I want to be with you for life,
and get away from a knife.
you helped me straiten out,
and actually think about,
what were to happen if we were to seperate.
If that were to happen, there would be hate.
not against you, but to your friend. ( u know who )
i would go angry, and kill him then.
because i hate being mad at you.
i am in the den, and i am thinking,
Harlea, I love you!
