She was as precious as a flower,
Her alluring beauty was so soft and sweet...
A kiss is thought of as simple,
But I'm here to tell you of things to prove other...
One, two, three, four,
These are numbers, I have more...
Luminous and bright of wondrous power,
and a promise of the night...
Love is not limited,
by time or space or age...
Promises are just lies embellished with pretty wrapping paper and bows as a distraction of their uselessness |
Within you, I lose myself. Without you, I find myself wanting to be lost again. |
She looked beautiful in her evening down |