I have a guy
Who loves pretty words,
Which makes vibrant smiles.
He too loves cries,
but doesn’t like the words
That follow hot tears.
I want to spend years
Knowing this guy.
Fear for fighting
Cold wars
keep love alive.
My love is lively
Sprouting constantly
And the wish for it
To never stop
Is craved.
And I have a spot
In my heart saved
For you.