Like the moon shining bright
Up high with all its grace,
I can only show you at night
And hide half of my face.

Don't starve an instinct with a lie on,
Never hit or deceive a wounded lion.
He heals faster than you can imagine
And hurts even more when in famine.

How can I shut down
If you don't open up??

A place in the sun, that's what I am aiming for... and who could ever ask for more?' -Columbine to Pierrot

Love knows no barriers, no distance.
It makes you dance as if in a trance,
And catches you up when you are down.
It makes you draw a smile from a frown,
And embarks you in a river when you fall,
And most of its grace, it embraces us all!

True love is like little roses,
sweet, fragrant in small doses.