To make you smile I drew a picture of yours. Pink and red hearts are in glaor. With each thump of my heart, I drew the strokes of love and the vanishing of morse. I drew a flower, and I drew a cat. Why does love feel real? Can anyone answer me that?
To make you smile I drew a picture of yours. Pink and red hearts are in glaor. With each thump of my heart, I drew the strokes of love and the vanishing of morse. I drew a flower, and I drew a cat. Why does love feel real? Can anyone answer me that?