I want to call her my sweetheart Though I fear being changed like an old hat To break like a wooden bat When its finally over and we are both hurt And all thats left is but an old rugged cold hut. I want to tell her I love her All my romance upon her to shower Make her know like her theres no other But to her it may all be but a bother An endless headache she may not want to ponder. I want to take her to our home Tell her I do under the great church dome Commit to her forever as siamese twins together and forever born. Sadly I do not know what runs through that head of hers. Fear will not be the death of me Qui sera sera, whatever will be will be I am going to tell her and wait and see Before I opt for the lonely sea. Here goes nothing Sweetheart I wanna tell you something Been bothering me for quite some time You have bound my heart and to your love it does chime I wanted to know whether yours also mimes to my rhymes. I am waiting for your answer.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 15:53:50 +0000
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