Even filled with pain I prefer to love, in the hope of and believe in meeting true love.

I am jumping of joy and smiles, I wonder is there a saving account for smiles, just to redraw from on a rainy day. Please give me a smilingcard.

After the party with hundreds of people I remember just you, strange, I am sure there were more than us.

Love has to be severed, in small portions, nicely displayed, easy to grab, rich in taste, with long lasting effect.

Love, is a language, difficult to learn fluently, but wonderful to use.

If sweetness is a Rose, if fragrance is a Rose, if clear red color is a Rose, and a Rose is a Rose, who am I?
You are my beautiful woman in red, wearing a bouquet of roses.

Soft men, hard men, Heroes, I just want to be your man.
I don't want to change me, just want to be me.

Before you plan, think you are only here a short while, leave a kind footprint.

When you're looking forward, the past is always sweeter

Remember always, soon there is a shadow less in the street, yours.