It’s not with your lustrous hair
That makes me feel
It’s not with your luscious words
That make me thrill
I really can’t find it as of now
But I know where and how
For the days that passed
I can remember some memoirs that’ll last
Framing each special day
With you I’ll always gay
Now that the time has come for me
Though how hard it can be
I will really make it plain sure
That my love for you is clean and pure
_
March 2012
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
It’s not with your lustrous hair
That makes me feel
It’s not with your luscious words
That make me thrill
I really can’t find it as of now
But I know where and how
For the days that passed
I can remember some memoirs that’ll last
Framing each special day
With you I’ll always gay
Now that the time has come for me
Though how hard it can be
I will really make it plain sure
That my love for you is clean and pure
_
March 2012
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