Yet once again i want to
Fall in love with you madly

Ohhh! MOM
After seeing you I started to
Believe in the word called beauty

If marrying means crying
Than no, thank you

Who said that love is bright
Like a color pink or white
I wonder about it day and night  
When it was mine it was white
When it became ours it was pink
But now its
BLACK
Pitch black
Without a ray of pink and white