I love the way which  the leaves fly
i love to may my life too busy
like a train delay, or a coming of a weather dry
'cause i love the way that the game was so nasty
i felt your fingers in an intentional way
i pulled up a scream due to the way you touched my head
i felt so right and expected it for everyday
'cause a dearth of that  game can be name as a dead
i love the way which you smile through your tears
like a raindrops during the light of sunset
i love the way you give me your heart with no fears
like a bike driver in a speed without a helmet.