She...
She...
She’s
my dream, my girl, my cover
That’s why I want to be
her sleep, her boy, her lover
I hope she remains a friend,
one for life, on till the end.
I wish I could speak,
but then again, I’m to weak
What I want, is her real close,
Because she has the beauty of an eternal rose
I do wish that she could see that
I want her to be with me
But whatever the end,
I hope my message will be sent…
She’s
my dream, my girl, my cover
That’s why I want to be
her sleep, her boy, her lover
I hope she remains a friend,
one for life, on till the end.
I wish I could speak,
but then again, I’m to weak
What I want, is her real close,
Because she has the beauty of an eternal rose
I do wish that she could see that
I want her to be with me
But whatever the end,
I hope my message will be sent…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| sleepless: | Maandag, mei 05, 2003 13:22 |
| Liefdesgedicht vol verlangen! Knap gedaan. Groeten. |
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| MayadeBij: | Zondag, mei 04, 2003 21:19 |
| (en dan bedoel ik niet de Noordzee, want dat is wel errug makkelijk) | |
| MayadeBij: | Zondag, mei 04, 2003 21:19 |
| In de fles en varen maar Vladimir, | |
| promise: | Zondag, mei 04, 2003 14:49 |
| mooi omschreven ... | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Vladimir | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 mei 2003 | ||
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