Poetry is a tree.
Do believe in me.
Has her roots at sky
and wings to fly.
Words her teardrops.
Rhyme her crime.
Feelings her healings.
Thoughts her knots.
Poetry is a tree.
Every morning kissing me.
Let our Love be.
Let her set me free.
She is a tree at sea.
Sailors all we.
Ship the world we live.
In poetry i do believe.
Like a statue of nature,
has a mind so mature,
a heart so delicate,
oh yes, in silence we communicate.
Poetry is a tree.
Give her dreams to be
and you will suddenly see,
mountains having sea.
I am in love with poetry.
We have a lighting chemistry.
Star is her middle name
oh me, a lover of her game.

Christmas is white,
let us stop the fight.
Let us make tonight,
our life to shine bright.
Christmas is red,
Santa has read,
our wishes are heard
and love in the world is spred.
Christmas is blue,
i am kissing you.
Make my heart true,
you know love needs two.
Christmas is green,
i am wearing my jean.
I feel like a queen.
Let us stop being mean.
Christmas is love,
let us reach the above
and send Him a dove,
to the One that is Love.

Mistake after mistake
and fear after fear,
the time I was to make
was the time I did the break.
Mistake after mistake
and guilt after guilt,
the heart I had to give
was the heart that couldn't forgive.
And I am..
Saying just to say, praying just to
pray,
crying just to cry, living just to lie.
Crying for all the lying, and crying feels like
dying.

I can blame my age, for wanting to change the page or maybe it's the Spring, which made your heart spring.
We can have the fight, which will last all night,we can talk the fears, and can scream our
tears...
You can blame me and I can blame you,but it's only true, that goodbye takes two.
Let's finally agree our last words to be, I loved you and you loved me.

Save the date,don't be late,
to have a blind date with fate.
Be strongly brave,don't wait,
find the way to be great.
Save the date,don't be late,
angels wait for you to wake.
Save the date for something great,
be the hero of your fate.