my love
Throu the bitterness,
and the cold,
throu the eye of a storm,
you come back.
Loving you is a storm,
lieing in wait,
for freedom to find,
love waiting to happen.
Love blooming,
from where you least expect,
like a tyger waiting to pounce,
from one love to another,
forever and after.
and the cold,
throu the eye of a storm,
you come back.
Loving you is a storm,
lieing in wait,
for freedom to find,
love waiting to happen.
Love blooming,
from where you least expect,
like a tyger waiting to pounce,
from one love to another,
forever and after.
♠ ♠ ♠
idk i was bord