...think about it.? WHEN
her eyes had the spark of a chandelier
a golden aura of sweetness drew me near
sensational tingling removed my thoughts
a primal drive of magnetism that could not be fought
close enough now to touch her ever so soft skin
soft words in the air show there is beauty within
butterfly words escape from my throats ca-coon
heartbeats of infatuation blossom and bloom
my eyes perfection and my souls mate
visions of true love surface a belief in fate
cries of chance send me on the mission
blurred heartbreaks are passed in tunnel vision
memories from the dream of a lonesome dove
realities of a life that has yet to feel love.
when?
her eyes had the spark of a chandelier
a golden aura of sweetness drew me near
sensational tingling removed my thoughts
a primal drive of magnetism that could not be fought
close enough now to touch her ever so soft skin
soft words in the air show there is beauty within
butterfly words escape from my throats ca-coon
heartbeats of infatuation blossom and bloom
my eyes perfection and my souls mate
visions of true love surface a belief in fate
cries of chance send me on the mission
blurred heartbreaks are passed in tunnel vision
memories from the dream of a lonesome dove
realities of a life that has yet to feel love.
when?