Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I've swept a thousand purple gerberas in my arms.
You turn my tummy inside out and there are fireworks and little pixies dancing about.
When I walk with you, it feels like I'm strolling on clouds of yellow roses
Stars fall down blooms of forget-me-nots
Just to be near you... just to be near you.
You turn my tummy inside out and there are fireworks and little pixies dancing about.
Stars fall down blooms of forget-me-nots
Just to be near you... just to be near you.
And my head is spinning words too elegant for my vocabulary...
Too gallant...too beautiful... too rare.
Too gallant...too beautiful... too rare.
So much time has been wasted.
Is wasted.
And I don't know why I'm still wasting it.
Is wasted.
And I don't know why I'm still wasting it.
Idle dreams without truth.
©2003 Ma. Leonor Jambalos. All rights reserved.
©2003 Ma. Leonor Jambalos. All rights reserved.
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