And the
words of the heart is one to know how much he is loved or does he strive for
the one to love him? For love is a tanned touch on his lips to her heart.

For skys that are so blue that his heart is
moved by her scent which is never forgotten for her love is like the bluest of
skys, in her eyes he will always be the one.

The heart
is only as deep as his sleep and love is forever, never torn apart.

As the body
shuts down, the heart keeps on and if she lives, the heart shall never bite
again.

For there
may be many storms, but he walks through and makes his way back to her arms.