Under the sea, there lays a rock. In the rock, there is an envelope. In the envelope, there is a paper. On the paper, there are 3 words... 'I Miss You'
Think of me, you know that I should be with you if I could, I will come around to see you once in a while or if I ever neeed a reason to smile, And spend the night if you think I should…
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!