hERE.

I’m a tiny little lady who’s had a bit of a sad start but I know will things will get better now I’m here.

I’m here. I’m a sweet boy who likes a fuss. could you take me home?

I don’t know how to say it. Why not we talk a lot a long time ago.

You know what? These hidden feelings I must hide no more as I walk up the path that leads to your door. I’m here.

Building the courage admitting how I feel.

Is this a dream or is this actually real.

my brain is pounding, beating out of my chest.

To make it sound so true.

A broidery of lamps that lit for you

Everywhere has faces and so do you

The point is not to eliminate the other point of view

Of most delectable lusty ladies bright;

Instead of shores where ocean beats. I hear the ebb and flow of streets.

Would make a sound as thin and sweet. The trees along this city streets,

this is where we live: where do we live?