I was sort of hoping...
I was sort of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zondag, november 05, 2006 20:14 |
| nicely written like the way you begin and end with the same strophe x! |
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| lonely 1: | Zondag, november 05, 2006 01:05 |
| schitterend geschreven, graag gelezen, liefs, lonely 1 |
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| Auteur: Arlya | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2006 | ||
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