Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
They say writers have a way with words. I wish I...
many times I've jotted down a sentence about you...
I looked into her eyes
I got lost in their depth...
I wish I'd wake up one day with you
Together as a couple...like a dream come true...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Darling,
if it wasn't against my religion to compare you to...
I love you more every day,
My name I long for you to say...