When it rains,
I get out of my room,
And try to collect each drop,
To show you how many times,
I think about you a day.
You are my pretty girl,
The count down of my love songs,
The mirror of my soul,
You are my perfect plan.
My second plan,
My confort when am hopless,
My lecturer without tution,
And my containment.
In memory I have many,
Bt in my heart only you,
You belong dere alone,
Not even a single assistant.
You are my love goal,
Scored with balanced equipments,
I need you Love,
coz you deserve my love.