You make me young,
i am not old...

If all my friends knew,
i was into poetry...

When i have to work,
it takes me away from you...

If you say your hair is red,
I will still have you in bed...

Setting of on the bike,
more than three hours to the port...

Long or short they always are,
the highlight of my day...

I love you,
what more need i say...

Tears of pain i shed for you,
that pain is diminshed...

A trial of love is what we go through,
are we guilty of what we do...

With eyes wide open,
i know what i do...

I dont want money or gold,
or a fast expensive car...

Ont up finely,
mi ships come in...