(Friday 30th October, 2009)
Everybody has a song
What does it sound like?
And you are mine!
Your lips, cherry red, are for pleasure,
Your eyes sing through my soul and enchant me,
Your smile is sweeter than Four Seasons,
And to hug you is Beethoven's Fifth,
So dramatic, majestic with power and strength,
It fills me with wamth,
And I feel alive.
No longer
Will I be silent,
You are
My Symphony of Days,
Symphony of my Whole Life.
Come,
Sing to me yourself.
My body needs you,
My mind is silent,
They both need
The power of Your Song
And Magic of your Musical Mind.
Why would I hear another?
Everybody has a song
What does it sound like?
And you are mine!
Your lips, cherry red, are for pleasure,
Your eyes sing through my soul and enchant me,
Your smile is sweeter than Four Seasons,
And to hug you is Beethoven's Fifth,
So dramatic, majestic with power and strength,
It fills me with wamth,
And I feel alive.
No longer
Will I be silent,
You are
My Symphony of Days,
Symphony of my Whole Life.
Come,
Sing to me yourself.
My body needs you,
My mind is silent,
They both need
The power of Your Song
And Magic of your Musical Mind.
Why would I hear another?
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