as I sat there thinking about how love is a fairy tale and now I ask my self is it ? and even now the memory still here in my heart so why dream did you come when you are leaving? why do you bring a torrent of pain to my heart? ooh if I was the moon to see you every night ooh if I was the sun to light your day only if I can go back in time then I will stand there for hours looking in to your eyes but why?why did I come to you? and why do my heart fall when ever I see you or hear your voice? will the tears and pain will ever stop will the solicitude will stop to but still the spirit is still a spirit hard as a rock beautiful as the smell of jasmine and the poem will always be the only thing to stop me from bleeding and to heal my wounds.