Book worm girls are rare
In society and today's culture

A girl sits all her afternoon
In her window frame since noon

With a cup of tea, and a book
Boys say She's mad, don't hook

Show me your sun and I'll be there

As I kiss you
Down on your neck
I smell the aroma
Of your skin and hair

You've been always that sweet
This made me on high beat

As I pet you
Back on your shoulder
It heals my own
Pains and daily worries

You've been always that comfy
That made me feel I am lucky

As I hug you
Hold you so tight
I am most serene
Peace is in your embrace

You've made me always feel calm
The secret is that you have the balm

bluebells flower in the rain,
boy of love,

buttercups on long stems
full of summer’s gold,

the world opens its doors and windows
the air feels fresh and clear,

sadness weaves its way under the trees
prefers to wait in the shadows,

i dream about you a lot,
boy of love.