Delicate like a peach blossom in the breeze. Your gaze exudes the purest passion. I look at you and I become yours. I wanted you to be my girlfriend so we could walk hand in hand in the park, laugh at something silly together and hug each other away from sadness whenever it weighs heavily on one of our hearts. You said it's a battle tank. It may be, but it is a tank full of flowers as if it were the awakening of spring. Before you I feel happy like a boy on Christmas morning. I love you, Bredda!