There was once a time,
when i loved your smile...

Oh what is this cruel thing called love?
Is there such a thing as true love or is it all...

What happens when you die?
do you just disappear...

She could not lose her emotion,
That is what drove her heart...

If love means hurting,
because the loved is hurt...

Its a long journey a Bird makes on first time...
So much to see and lots to learn yet life at...

I strong,
I have accepted my weakness...

I used to be an angel,
but now the devil in me has shown...

I thought you where an angel,
sent from above...

Two households, both alike in status and in pride,
in fair Verona where we start our ride...

What is the defenition of love,
is something i ask myself...

What does this make me?
i've broken up with one...