I don’t know what it is,
It seem as though...

It’s you,
Who do things for me...

The past was good but , now it has too end,
I didn't only need a boyfriend, but also a friend...

A mother is one, who grows old to see,
A beautiful woman, I’ve grown up to be...

I have wrote many poems,
But there all similar too one...

Are we better off as friends,
Probably not...

Is the pain gone,
Or...

Is my fantasy man here,
Or still in my dreams waiting to come true...

I listen to soft music,
Just to ease my mind...

The color of love is black,
Because it can be so cold...

This is a birthday wish,
From me too you...

Love can be as joyful,
As a sunny day...