Night comes, you come, and I ponder.

I think too much and can not keep hold of my lover.

Hold me, kiss me, love me, I don't want to be a loser.

Everything you do just leaves me as a wonderer.

No other place I rather be then right next to you.

Gazing at your beautiful eyes which cannot be replaceable.

I would paint a portrait of you and make it historical.

All the thoughts and antics I have is because I love you.

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My family
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