I can't think of anything but you,
Without you my life will be like
a dead rose whose torn is as sharp
as knife, which does nothing but
to cut your hands.
My dreams without you in it,
Has no end.
They are long and the sorrows
are all you get.
How can you live without me when
You said am all you have ever wish,
That I am the flower you see all day
Which doesn't need water or sun to live but the sand to thank for.
