I like the sound of raindrops on our rooftops
  I like the breeze of cold air, that warms my senses
  I like the thought that the skies feels like crying
  
And now it’s storming
  the skies are depress then again
  it’s pouring its tears down to earth
  spreading a message with such worth

But I am just here
  listening to the sound of raindrops on our rooftop
  smelling the breeze of cold air that warms my senses
  sharing thoughts about the skies crying

just answer the call,
and that's all.
let me hear the voice,
that once brought a lot of tore.

What is love?
If we can't simply see it?
If we can't simply hear it?
How would I know it's love?

Have anyone asked  a lover's thought,
of the opinion  they have caught?
Are those butterflies real?
how they are glazing on your stomach til.

Flying feeling to heaven
Happiness on living
Romantic Romances unhidden

About it, I still don't understand
All I know it was love,
when I first met you.

you force people to do things
things they never please
things they hammered with despise

how much you forced to be
someone else you want
someone else you are not

then you forced people to love them
but they were never pleased
but they still hammered with despise

Writing our story,
from memories of glory,
to a pen of mercy.
on a paper full of pity.

When crying was your last resort,
to have a great comfort,
to pour all the sadness,
forget all the badness.

Cry all those problems away,
like it  will fade in a day
like it will be gone
like it will never be back

Flow them in tears
spread all your fears
but in  the day's end
never forget to pull that smile **:)