When I met you.. My heart skipped a beat. The sun became the moon..
& cold turned into heat, Roses weren’t red… Violet weren’t blue.
All because I fell in love with you..
By the moon as I sit to seek your glory.
the white roses I see, creates a new story.
Season are many, their reason few
What remains is that I will always love you..!
the white roses I see, creates a new story.
Season are many, their reason few
What remains is that I will always love you..!
like ghosts
which everyone talks about
and few have seen