Stop the habit of wishful thinking
and start the habit of thoughtful wishes.


Tuesday, May 31, 2005

When she smiles...

When she smiles,
like the sun shines.
When she go by,
I'll surely cry.
When she ever cry,
I might already die.

If she ever look at me
I'll always love thee.
And if I were her he,
I would always be.
I know it's she,
who is all my glee.

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