Love is in the air,
For all of us to share.
Love is powerful,
So is it meaningful.
What is love?
Will it curve?
The answer depends,
Only if you wait till the end.
You are my angel,
You are my girl.
Let me be your guardian,
To guard you from any harm.
You are like a fallen angel,
And had lost your wings.
Let me repair them,
And help you fly again.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Posted by -teckhong- at 8:08 PM
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