Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first bud opens,
And the sweet perfume of flowers is in the air.
Hope is in the summertime,
When the sun shines bright in your eyes.
When the lakes sparkle and shine under the sun,
And when there's laughter in the air.
Hope is in the fall time,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And crunch under your feet when you walk on them.
When birds fly away to find a warm place to stay.
Hope is in the seasons,
When the first bird chirps,
When the sun is bright in your eyes,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And when a blanket of white covers everything.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
