If I were to write about his love for me? I would fill a Library,
for ours is not only a love story but a mystery of how fire continued to burn in the presence ice,
of how two imperfect hearts continue loving each other so perfectly and flawlessly,
it's starts with a secret black roses garden but with walls built so high,
and a gardener works hard in bringing down the walls just to reach the roses with thorns,
He didn't care that the roses had...