There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.
October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.
I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.
Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!
I find everything a struggle.
I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.