You, a person that I met Near my home, on Picotee Unknown by name, Your eyes told me we are same, Still a stranger, so much want to know Inner, my harts started to blow Everywhere, only the question: Who? Anxious about what to do When close, I felt your parfum, When far away, I am in the doldrums A passion to be? Something like boiling in me, It’s the calling from your soul Mine, knowing I am yours Your touch, how smooth could be Your words, how touchy Your kiss, how breathtaking Living, how bliss and alive Having life is only when beating both hearts Is only when breathing both souls It is only when holding each other’s hands It is only speaking using both pair of lips.
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