21 May 2012
Dear John Doe Don't you know, No name for you, And me too.
The only thing, Sings clear to me: He and she, Meant to be.
Nobody thinks, Shades of pinks, Our wedding colour, Never duller.
Hazel or green, Many a dream, About your eyes, Curious surprise.
My eye closes, Wilted roses, Convinced so true, That I love you.
John Doe • Opuss № I