By Karina D Velosa

The sweet smell of roses
as I lay in bed
the soft touch of noses
words repeating in my head

My hand brushes against his
I dont want this to go
its not hard to reminise
Does he really love me? I really need to know.

I cant stop thinking
I think I have fallen inlove
He has kept my heart ticking
Hes my angel...hes my dove <3

Submitted By Heartbreakkid