I love you, not because you\'re tall, simpathetic, easy going or polite, I feel that I love you because you are real; your sense is real, your smell is real, your skin, dreams and pain are real.
Never stop thinking about your smile is what makes my heart beat hard and whenever I need to calm myself, I feel like looking forward to your image in my mind but it never comes to an end, I need to plug in my desires with some reasonable lies.
It keeps me thinking about what I know and what I hope... but It\'ll never be what we want.
And if crowds think that a vanity control rules what it\'s being said upon my tears, no men nor women could ever imagine what a row heart suffers