I could have a crappy day at work, but at night when I get to talk and think of you, you lift my gloomy spirits. You never makes me feel like I can have a bad day, and that is so uplifting to me.
Like I say so many times, you''re my Angel, sent from Heaven above to be my one and only. Your touch can excite me. When we are together, I wonder if you''re really there, or did I just had a sweet dream.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
