And the trees look bare;
As the sun beautiful
Fades away down the sea
And everything is a crimson hue;
Wish you could be here;
I’m waiting for you;
To look into you deep dark eyes
To be lost in them;
I’m waiting – for you
To stand by me,
Holding hands,
Enjoying the sunset;
To share moments together
When will you come?
Someone told me,
You’re made for me;
When will you come my love
To take me with you?
My eyes have gone weary,
Of looking out for you;
No day has passed,
When I didn’t search for you;
No place is left,
Under the sky,
Where I didn’t look for you.
When the spring comes,
After the fall,
When birds sing out their hearts
On boughs green
And flowers fill up the ground,
Will you come, my love,
To share your life with me?
No comments:
Post a Comment