Speak to me of poetry
Speak to me of love...
Each time I'm greeted by your eyes
And your smile...
Well what do you know?
Your not through hurting me yet...
Who put the warmth inside your heart
From the sparkle in her eye...
Its nice to sit beneath the stars
Just for once...
People come into your life for either a reason, a season, or a lifetime... |
You are nothing short of my everything. |
You touched my heart without even touching me... |