I remember the Fulmooned nights
When we use to lie to the kites
To catch the falling stars
And Smile forever as we can
Romantic music give flames to our hearts
And my heartbeat begins to stop
I Can't hold the grip
Until we lost to the counting sheeps
8 Sweet months and counting
Can't explain the joy she bring
God's gift,soulmate,destiny
This describes her never-ending story
Walking through the flaming bridge
And Standing to the mountain edge
Can't explain the heat
I'll always keep the beat
XOXO Paulboron
When we use to lie to the kites
To catch the falling stars
And Smile forever as we can
Romantic music give flames to our hearts
And my heartbeat begins to stop
I Can't hold the grip
Until we lost to the counting sheeps
8 Sweet months and counting
Can't explain the joy she bring
God's gift,soulmate,destiny
This describes her never-ending story
Walking through the flaming bridge
And Standing to the mountain edge
Can't explain the heat
I'll always keep the beat
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