Thursday, October 27, 2005

i'm not the man,
who make you smile.
i can't do much,
for you, i run a mile.

i don't buy you flowers,
or gifts of any kinds.
each time i hug you,
i'm up on cloud nine.

romantic i'm not,
i don't do mushy things.
but the passion inside,
floats me up like wings.

the day you leave,
will come soon or late.
i have no regrets,
i have faith in fate.

my undying love,
keeps growing inside.
for the one year we had,
you're the key to my life.


*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*