Could I?
Could I touch you for just one second?
Feel your skin brush against mine
Could I poor myself into you
Like the taste of cool summer wine?
Like the moon that lights the skies
And the river that flows gently
I bestow these words on you
Knowing that my love is neverending
So what have you done to deserve this?
It is unclear to me aswell
It's the feeling that your presence gives me
In the next room, or never there...
So, my darling, a work of art
It is truly what you made of me
Knowing you is more than enough
And I am greatful for each day
Fading Away: | Vrijdag, augustus 06, 2004 16:13 |
I agree.. | |
Edwin van Rossen: | Maandag, juli 19, 2004 15:59 |
This is absolutely a work of art. | |