domingo, 7 de março de 2010

Dearly, truly.

Sometimes I go out, all by myself, and I think of all the things and in my head I paint a portrait of us.

Since I 've got home, my head's been a total mess, and I miss you, your hug, your hair and even the way you like to dress.

I feel, well deep inside, that you won't leave my body or my heart. You warm me up when you dance with me or when you give me that look that shows me how much I mean to you.

You're the one who never let's me down, who is there for me inconditionally.
You're the truest prince charming I ever known.

I love you,
dearly, truly.
You'll be the right between the wrong, always.