I’m Sorry For Blaming You For Everything

When I Try To Describe How I Feel When You Hold Me, I Get Butterflies, I Hear Lullabies, It's Hard To Explain -- Like The Scent Of A Rose Or The Sound Of The Rain. It's Too Precious And Too Wonderful To Give It A Name.

I’m Addicted To Your Allure And I’m Fiending For A Cure.

The Real Beauty - Inside, It Comes From The Heart, Where Love Lives. If Not, Even The Most Common Facial Features Can Not Hide The Emptiness, Which Eventually Pushes People.

Don't Let Anything Morph You Or Push You Around Or Have You Be Something You're Not.

Nothing Is Ever A Setback. If Anything, It Just Motivates You For What's Next.