Miss this

Ado and solid by the promise
But his face did not seem to miss it too
I know this step as they promise not
There was no one expects stepped though cane

O the time did not know the left
Please listen to my little heart
I'd love to talk about you dreams
About face I've never seen more than a thousand hours ago

Because our eyes have been blind on the emotional
It was my very dear and misses
Eager to these four eyes see flowers bloom at night
counted again although the number of stars will never know

What is the end of a number
like this self will never know
how much longer I think about it