I feel everyword I could think, or say, or dream is not enough wonderful, enough beautiful to match how is she.
Maybe if i let my heart explode in a sudden light like a star i could mean how i feel.
She is the love of my life, and I'm so few thing, so little, so lost that I can only yearn and yearn for her smile.
These words are only for her, trying to mean how I feel, how I love her, how I'm dying for her.
My love, my life, My Anne
