You do like me or not at all,But cant stop to love thee....
You must be proud for self,Must seen lot of like same been.
But not Thee ask all to love,My heart all folly,breath for....
But why do will care you all,Must find lot thine beauty Whore.

But from where will hire feel,Its not found open in all....
And only love is the way for,You can walk proud with Tall.
But why you still awaits all,If its same as of with Mine....
And never will like days for,Love without,sip tears as wine.