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In the winter I sit in the window on the look

snow falling white.

I hear the fire crackling in the stove;

I'm dreaming me away;

to a time of romance,

with beautiful songs and poetry.



I see a picture in my head,

a hot fire;

two lovers sitting on the floor of a large bear trap,

He reads to her a lovely poem and gives her a red beautiful rose.



Suddenly, I am torn from my daydreams of you came into the room,

I look at you with a quiet sigh,

you are not particularly romantic streak in you, unfortunately.



But a poet's romantic soul can not capture.



You look at me and asks "What is it?"

I look out through the window and answer "No, no."



I think quietly to myself and wish I was the lucky girl with the beautiful rose.

For you will never understand you in my romantic side, unfortunately.



When I was little I dreamed of a gentleman, who could at least be a little romantic,

who would read romantic poems,

sing beautiful songs;

come up with some beautiful red rose in between.



But where did this man go?

I do not know,

but one day I hope that dream comes true ...

I'm sorry, that's all I can say.

I am not feeling well, no, I'm sorry



I can submit more, I'm totally ready.

I would just like to scream and cry,

but I can not.



I am sorry I can not manage to struggle more.



I apologize to all those who I have offended,

because I can not be there for you,

because I do not have the strength and energy, it is tough enough to stand on its own.



I am ask forgiveness for all the pain that I caused you.



Please forgive me ...

Quiet honey,

your words hurt me.



For every word you say,

so you run into a dagger in my heart.

For every word you say,

you kill me.



Quiet honey,

if you do not want to make you guilty of murder ...