To the Savior who had fallen to me from heaven...
to the angel who had helped me to believe in love...

Because of U this poem is written
For me U r a true friend who...

I hate maself being like this
But I've to do and it's a fact...

Is it a fact at last am free?
or its illusion that will never be...

NOTHING IS CALLED LOVE
This what I always believe of...

I can try 2 prevent anything from doing What it...
But only my heart I can't even try 2 prevent it...

When I go back with my mind
I remember my first feelings that couldn't b hide...