SHE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET....’CAUSE WHEN I USE IT I FEEL SATISFIED....CAN NO LONGER HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE FOR HER SO SWEET KISSES I HOPE IS NEVER A BLUR.....A BEGINING TO A DREAM WITH A CRYSTAL RIVER STREEM AND BLUE SKIES THAT'S A PART OF THAT TEAM....I SEEM.....NOT TO HAVE THE POWER TO ESCAPE HER PULL....’CAUSE HER LOVE GOT ME....SO I FEED HER HEART WITH MINE BY THE PLATE FULL....OH YES I DO....’CAUSE IF I CAN'T LOVE HER THEN NO LONGER WILL I WANNA SEE LIFE THROUGH.

SHE MAKES ME FEEL....LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET.....SO I MUST NOT DROP IT...’CAUSE IF I DROP IT.....THEN NO LONGER CAN I SPOT IT....EVEN IF LIT IN THE MIST OF MANY STARS AT NIGHT.....HIT BY A BATTLE RAM IN POSITION TO FIGHT....SPLIT BY THE TIP OF ITS HORN'S TIP....A CUT NO LONGER RECOGNIZEABLE TO KISS MY LIP....NOT ABLE TO GRIP THE FEELINGS....SHE MAKES ME FEEL....LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET...AND WHEN I TALK TO HER I FEEL SATISFIED....NEVER WANTING TO HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE....’CAUSE IF MY HEART CAN'T LOVE HER THEN I'LL LABLE MYSELF DEATH BY LOVE SUICIDE....’CAUSE SHE MAKES ME FEEL....MY REAL FEELINGS INSIDE.

-Peter T. DeSpirito