Bob Villarosa

She came by….. I couldn’t help but look…only to look and she smiled back!Wheeew, she blown me away,to realize i made her my goal from the hands of the man he have at present….A family of her own i never want to destroy laid on the line…. a story was made, a secret was solemnly shared by two…Oh i loved her and she loved me too…. most of the time she got scared, i got scared too..for fighting aginst the odds and she stayed back…i stood up to break….flew just to fall….only to realize a love i have no control of and no one can……i am not to bid goodbye …I can’t …only to keep a love unrequited like mine.

She came by….. I couldn’t help but look…only to look and she smiled back!Wheeew, she blown me away,to realize i made her my goal from the hands of the man he have at present….A family of her own i never want to destroy laid on the line…. a story was made, a secret was solemnly shared by two…Oh i loved her and she loved me too…. most of the time she got scared, i got scared too..for fighting aginst the odds and she stayed back…i stood up to break….flew just to fall….only to realize a love i have no control of and no one can……i am not to bid goodbye …I can’t …only to keep a love unrequited like mine.

– Bob Villarosa –

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