автор: oziris

Your lips are like a balm to me.
Your voice is like a melody.
Your touch is like a gentle breeze.
Your kiss can bring me on my knees.

I like the way you cut your hair.
I like the simple clothes you wear.
I like the way you smile at me
I like your eyes, your scent, your lids.

May faith be `gainst us all the time,
My pocket always out of dimes,
And though your phone is closed to me,
And though you daddy disagrees…

I still await with tender creeps
Your call. And in my heart I keep
Faith and hope for our two souls
For wind is cold and out there blows

And they`re like fragile autumn leaves…
But in my will I do believe.
I know as long as we’re like one
We’ll have the strength to carry on.