Loving you is like my ocean blue,
I think of weather, I think of you...

Your tender lips,
Upon my cheek...

When I was just a little girl,
You used to protect me...

This poem is for my baby,
My one whom I care for so bravely...

K is for the way how I feel when I want to KILL,
I is for the way how I wish my life was just never...

Why do you treat me this way?
At least you could put in one say...

I miss the way you touch me,
I miss the way you hug me...