Down the teary rain,
From the time of its pain.
The sorrows that lie,
And the close fateful byes.
'Tis the soulmate whom rise,
For those who intervene thus
The soulmate shall stow cries.
The wrath of illiberal counters.
I love her, I love her so much.
Thus begin the idiom fantasy,
Which the soulmate dreamed such.
I miss her, I miss her so much.
Like a blind and senseless tree,
As perfect as it can be...
I hope to carry her with me,
A beautiful individual to
Take on a journey. Lucky...
