I made her cry and i made her weep once again but she couldnt accept the fact that we were only friends. Now i sit and write this poem and she constantly says that my heart is her home. My Baby, my friend she cries once again i left her there crying in tears but now i regret doing such a thing. Her Beauty and personality is the reason i sing. I wanted someone to love but it clearly became a dream, when i closed my eyes and realize that my love was mad at me.