You're
The creaking sound of the metal swing in my lawn,
A hope, barren, that lingers through my lane,
A bouquet of jasmin-bloom
dazzling in a spring night.

You asked me not to forget you...
I didn't.
I don't know about your part and maybe that's something difficult for me.

The way you're in my imaginations, there could no one ever be. You're a beautiful picture of my heart, an...