The pain of being lonely by herself
Rolling and stretching on the couch, bed and sits of all sort.

Birthing a passionate, tender heart of strong love.
She stays late in the night,
Thinking and imagining his sweet smiles and unending smell of roses running through his veins.

Oh what a sweet thought she's got.
It's a pity that distance is'nt the problem
But the heart that isn't joined and bound together in love.

Laying her heart for a stranger who she barely know makes him ponder on what has become of...