The home like you I’ve never felt
Your heart was rough until we met.
The eyes were dark but had become blue.
This sudden love that I moved to you
So cold, so hot and sometimes warm
You look so handsome with me along
We fight, we love we hate each other
No matter what, we were other
You played so good that guitar strings
I sang that song I wanted to realise
The dreams were flawless, the sky was pink
We drew the “ love ” on summer beach <br>Elizabeth Nastenko
