It is perfect to me
It is perfect to me
It's late at night,
when I go to bed.
And I think of you,
and hope I'll see
you in my dreams.
I see your smile,
hear your laugh.
I see your eye's,
looking at me.
I hold your hand,
feel your fingers.
I kiss your lips,
feel your stubble on my cheeck.
And it is perfect to me.
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| Auteur: pioen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 april 2008 | ||
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