the first one to laugh is the "charmed one"
the first one to feel is the "soft one"
the first one to hurt is looking for love
and the first one to cry is the "weak one"
why must I always Be the one who Sees the one thing
that keeps hearts apart and my friend "lonely"...here...always
I relish a dream as if I were a Prince, no less,...
gasping for air as my one sweet lover of strawberry hair and soft skin begins again with those things she does that make me More than king...
and when content can be no more content...we begin again...
to taste each other for the first time...
as if there WAS no time left on earth, this could Be a first...or even the last......lets make it last
bodies melted, could not BE closer...
but when the dream is over, charmed, laughed, loved...
then...hurt again...so we spend our precious selves trying to find one more person and a thousand more ways to let it all begin again.....
smile to smile...eye to eye...
with a glance, just to see if romance has a chance...
it begins again... I can tell by your smile that "I" will be charmed and hurt because you're too pretty to be mine and too good to be true and it begins again..............
so...I'll pick you up around...7:30 ?????