
Watching you, sitting over there
Imagining the smell of your soft blond hair
Wish I could kiss your lips so red
I'd be as happy to touch your cheek instead
My dear, how I love to hold you close
My darling, a perfect rose
Your radiance could fill any room
You never fail to chase away the gloom
If only I could make you mine,
Life would be grand, and I'll always be thine.
Copyright ... Eric
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