If she would come
If my love
would come to me
I'd take her in my arms
I'd let her see
that she's the one for me
tried to explain
but didn't succeed
tried to tell
she's the one I need
but I think
she didn't understand
all the sweet things
that I had planned
...
but never did
would come to me
I'd take her in my arms
I'd let her see
that she's the one for me
tried to explain
but didn't succeed
tried to tell
she's the one I need
but I think
she didn't understand
all the sweet things
that I had planned
...
but never did
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nathalie: | Vrijdag, september 14, 2001 20:12 |
| heel mooi ze zou het kunnen omzetten in een liedje en het is nog mooi het is een prachtig gedicht!! Nathalie |
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| white_knight: | Donderdag, september 13, 2001 19:39 |
| Yes steven.. wend je steven naar haar trek je loopschoenen aan en doe iets... o ja..een paraplu meenemen voor als het regent... good luck |
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| Sheena: | Donderdag, september 13, 2001 19:03 |
| Little advice ... Start doing them ... take care Sheena |
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| Auteur: Steven Vermeulen | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 13 september 2001 | ||
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