Don't like it much, but this will have to do - at least for this period, when my mind's all barren and I feel all lost in the land of writing...
Feels like love this time,
It's never seemed to real before;
When you look into my eyes,
I know you're mine, all mine --
I think so,
But I'm not sure.
I'm looking for signs,
One simple word from your lips,
Or an angelic, dimpling smile,
So I'll know you're mine, all mine --
I think so,
But I'm not sure.
When I hear you sigh,
I hear your tenderness, care;
Wasn't the same with other guys.
I wonder if you're mine, all mine --
I think so,
But I'm not sure.
Feels like love this time,
Really it does, but I don't know,
I may be foolish, not right.
Maybe you're mine, all mine --
I don't know,
Wish I were sure.
This one's for that special, tall, dark, lanky, dimpled, bespectacled guy who makes me smile and laugh and feel better about being myself.
I could talk with you,
For hours and hours;
Your smile reminds me
Of sunshine and flowers;
Every love song ever
Written, is ours, all ours.
Life's a bed of roses --
How can it not be?
I'm merrily humming a tune,
And smiling stupidly;
Yearning for your touch,
To hear your laughter,
Oh, I like it very much,
When you whisper, much softer.
Longing to see you,
To see your sweet smile,
I'll travel miles and miles,
To be with you awhile.
Each time I see you,
My heart grows fonder;
And when you're not around,
My mind starts to wander,
Remembering a smile
That's like sunshine and flowers,
And walking in the rain,
And kissing in the shower;
Every love song ever
Written, is ours, all ours.
