Tell me bout it
At first I didn't notice,
she was not the reason.
How I wish I'd never met her,
even tough she is a gift,
and replaces every season.
Many songs talk about this moment,
when beauty encaptures your heart.
When she is all you can admire,
the sense of breathing gets clearer every second,
and angel eyes set you on fire.
You don't have to tell me bout it,
it's no longer a mystery.
I know, cause I have met,
an angel here on earth,
forever locked in my memory.
she was not the reason.
How I wish I'd never met her,
even tough she is a gift,
and replaces every season.
Many songs talk about this moment,
when beauty encaptures your heart.
When she is all you can admire,
the sense of breathing gets clearer every second,
and angel eyes set you on fire.
You don't have to tell me bout it,
it's no longer a mystery.
I know, cause I have met,
an angel here on earth,
forever locked in my memory.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nicky Castermans | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 augustus 2004 | ||
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