Baby don’t
let the sun
coming up
worry you
just relax
we've got till
the full moon
peaks its nose
o’er the hills
only then
should we break
all our vows
and holy
sacred bonds
with goodbye,
so let your
fingers grip
my blue heart
'till that time
and heed these
three whispered
little words…
I love you.
No comments:
Post a Comment