She laid a soft hand on that scarred forehead, as if in spite of everything she claimed him for her own in the firm faith that love would save him. |
It's Only Forever, Not Long At All. |
All that I want to say is sorry. |
When you're on a date |
You forgot one thing about your precious roses, Ralph, they've got nasty, hooky thorns! |
Your eyes say: " I love you", |
Amor ti vieta di non amar. |