I begin the word, with swear to God
there's no one like you
exist in my heart
to the end and after, your love take over
where my life sincere
Together as one, in the world of mine
two become one, one taste of mind
The world we created, we know indeed . .
every conner . . . we've crossed
every valley . . . of depth
everything . . . only
for word of wide meaning
that small in thought
in every way it take
Make life worth
make life worst
(cherish every moment)
15.02.2000 - "14 Feb 2000"
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