I love you more,
Than this poem can say...
Now i lay me down to die
As i sing this lullaby...
The trees have been striped
No leaves to keep them warm...
The trees have been striped
No leaves to keep them warm...
Now i lay me down to die
As i sing this lullaby...
I love you more,
Than this poem can say...
Love can be pure unless it brakes then you have nothing |