I have loved you when December came with winter.
However,
In December I've never seen ma winter.

Let’s Dance!
Romantizing a sin.
For the wearniess towards God that you’ve neglected.

Each morsel savored, a hym is sung.
Each morsel taken, a plea is clung.

The throat, a vessel, dry and worn.
A silence born, of words unspoken, forlorn.

Perchance,
For judgment, the Lord is purging.

I'd gladly die,
For you,
My eternal heaven.
Angels requiem and harmonize in perfect symphony, lavishing time in elegiac air.
Unbridle the harps with burning desire and unbridls joy.
So that the viscous, ruby-red blood flows a breathtaking sight.

Oh Amoret,
Caress my hand,
Praise me,
Envelope me with your voice, and may the harps be envious.

The day i catch my heart got punished.
She’s blame like, maybe the roses are get more grow.
How can i control the roses who want bloom?
If her body is surrounded by the smell of honey.
Her lungs probably has attention by butterfly,
And shine more to show, how to smile like a star.
People caught she is nuts.
But who don’t care.
She is falling again.