Bewondering / Geen Thema / Geen Thema
In the imaginary world,
unspoken words just float between us.
You play your role as a florist,
I pass your shop where paper dreams are being sold.
When I return to reality,
with its face less divine
I know another heart is yours,
but occasionnally your smile is mine.
Cos everytime when you're arround dear floris,
there is something magical sometimes.
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Gecontroleerd door: christina