I don't keep it in the attic,
it's not inside a drawer,
it's more precious than that to me,
for it means so much more.
It isn't in the garden,
it isn't in the car,
I don't keep it in a jewellery box,
I don't want it too far.
I keep it really close to me,
as close as it could be.
In the inglenook of my heart,
I keep your love for me.
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I'm excited by little things, like shiny plastic and new friends. I go to the beach in winter.
My heart lies in your open hands,. Growing plump, it sits and expands,. Fat and red, gorged on blood,. Yet still it beats - lub - dub - thud,. You plant a tender kiss upon it,.
I've read the debates, The cards are stacked high, But only one card brings a tear to the eye. It isn't a joker, a king or a jack, You'd never have known it was there in the pack.
She looked like a butterfly. I waited for her to flutter by. And fly away into the distance. But the only thing distant. Was the miles between us. But miles turn to smiles. When your madly in love.
Hold my hand, take my trust, Follow me, here in lust. Fly with me, up above, With the stars, that I love. Pick your star, here is mine, Together, we're align.
I'll wait for you, In the pouring rain. I'll wait for you, As the seasons change. I'll wait for you, Till the seas dry up. And the mountains become hills.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
If I was a fruit I would be a watermelon. Hard on the outside. Inside so mellow. The green on the outside will be my cover. For the inside color I will save for my lover.
I am still water. S o f t as the breeze. Gloss upon l i p s. Drifting with ease. My surface is a mirror. S e e your reflection. Supple, untouchable s k i n. Iron complexion. Y o u are the pebble.
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