The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
He remembered when he had it all.
When his head wasn't so bald.
He remembered how she use to run her hands through his hair.
But now there is nothing there.
If wolves could sing.
They would do their thing.
They would sing about chasing deer.
And never having any fear.
If a genie could grant me a wish.
I would love to feel again the heavenly bliss.
From the taste of your peppermint kiss.
Love is a path to the heart that knows its own way.
A faithful and loving wife is the jewel of a marriage.
Love can still be like the sunrise in the twilight of a person's life.
True love can sometimes be like a desert flower. Surviving under the toughest conditions.
A first love always remains in a secret place in the heart.