June 2009
A temptation for the eye, a temptation for the un kissable lips. Like fire against our unheated hearts. We burn in sorrow for the poor feelings inside of our soul. without touch, you put colour
What am I to you, tell me darling true. If my sky should fall, would you call. When I look in your eyes, I can feel the butterflies. I love you when your blue. tell me darling true, what am I to you.