blossom,
like a flower.
The glory is in love.
The pleasure is in love.
So beautiful,
exciting,
like magic.
I want him to hold me, I'm so strangely drawn.
Maybe it's because he is not mine to keep.
But he sees me, right into my soul.
I think.
I write a love-song. Or two. Or a million.
None of them describe the chaos in my heart.
This feeling is more than good, it's a kind of ecstatic lunacy.
I want him to hold me, I'm so strangely drawn.
Maybe it's because he is not mine to keep.
But he sees me, right into my soul.
I think.
I write a love-song. Or two. Or a million.
None of them describe the chaos in my heart.
This feeling is more than good, it's a kind of ecstatic lunacy.
