Sunday

Your Love is like a flower that blooms in May.



Open up your love, and let it flow into me You're the gift,
that has been given to me I can see inside me,
the roses are blooming ,I won't try to deny what I feel ,
It seems that all that was bad has died....
and I can only see these lovely eyes...
staring back at me....

                                                  
Take my hand , Take me with you
Hold me tight to you
Love me , and never let go
Look into my eyes
and whisper the little three magic words
I love you too



                                                    
Farewell is not forever
Goodbye is not the end
In my thoughts you exist
There you always will be

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