Our thoughts form the universe; they always matter.
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map