it was the days when he wanted to take my hands,
the days when i also want to be his,
he was there in front of me standing,
i smiled and he made me pleased.

i thank God for giving him to me,
'coz he's there to comfort me cozily;
to feel his body;
and sleep in his arms eventually.

but then i think we are not for each other,
we're against all odds,
against all of those people around us,
but... i'll die and suffer for him... 


      for i love him...