A Gentle breeze touch your hair
A tender smile lights your face
I see the eyes that lift me high
Oh god please help me spare
Those hands, I want to touch
Her closeness I want to feel
It makes me so alive
How to resist this temptation
How do I play with the heart’s competition?
How do I let her see my soul’s recognition?
I touched her hand from under
Lifted it with an excuse of tender
Placing the moon just on top of our hands
Becoming one with just a stand
Being so myself, I never felt so proud
I felt I was lifted on a cloud
As I stand with her I felt all love
I wish she could feel all my love..
I never knew the moon could smile
As our smiles left on our faces awhile
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