Poezja

I Felt The Magic In The Air As I Woke

To See The Cold Whether...

The Magic Is So Pure

When Your Voice Utter My Name 'DEAN...

And It's As Strong And Gently

As A Sound Of Nightingale In The Passage Of My Hear...
One Minute, My Heart Stopped

And Then It Works Like A Cuckoo Clock...

Cutie!!!  I Know That

It's Magic True Love

So I'll Always Have You Engrave In My Heart...
Love You From My HEART

Miss You From my Soul...