If love means to embrace and admire a generous person.
Engraved on my root, with you, I believe everything.
If love intends to be composed,
bright and soft. Nothing is more essential,
then you on my thought.
If love determines to be selfless,
and always acquit. A little glimpse into your heart,
and endlessly I’ll breathe.
If love anticipates to joyously, every second to bestow.
For your continued laughter, more than anything, I regard.
Quit grieving, Act or neglect about it.
The maturer I get, The further I believe you only get a moment, you fully breathe while you’re in it, cause it’s passed in a blink and the maturer I get the real it is.
It’s the tones you enjoy, not the bills and web that makes you flush, and if I saw a well of juvenility I wouldn’t sip a bit and that’s the fact.
Curious how it senses I’m just growing to my soundest years yet, The maturer I get the scarcer buddies I have but you don’t require a lot while the ones that you made have forever got your back.
And the mature I grow, the better I am at discerning when to strike and when to simply not give a damn, and if I saw a well of juvenility I wouldn’t sip a bit and that’s the fact.
Muteness is useful than useless emotions.
Days as a youngster may sometimes be tough,
So many barriers, grip up your guard.
Not convinced, who’s your faithful mate,
Or whether you’re chasing, the newest trend.
Well, here’s a tiny bit of help,
Be sincere to yourself, and perpetually be pleasant.
Always endure up, for what you gather,
If there’s a conflict, be cleverer and neglect.
Days as a teenager may surely be crisp,
Yield your feelings, with others at the circle.
Comparable minds you will surely discover,
Be yourself, honorable and compassionate.
Don’t see for someone who will resolve your obstacle. Watch for someone who won’t allow you to handle alone.
Sweetheart, I understand you had a hard day you ain’t believing them midtown lights but I got a pitcher at your chosen spot. It’s waiting for us in the box of ice.
Damn, I didn’t imagine It’d be that apparent cause you are dressing ready, I’m just lying here watching TV.
Here you appear staring like a bred man’s dream damn I can’t deem, I sang to you into sliding down the corridor babe rolling on the playlist you play when you’re in the bath.
Expressed to you driving up our time making up your thought shifting back and forth for an hour, now you are resembling like words from a country tune, I’m staring at that elegant little skirt you got on.
Don’t seize me, shady sweetheart, I adore it. It would be chilling seeing people stare who we are.