How do i begin,
To say the thoughts i am thinking,
To describe the way i feel,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.
How do i start,
To say with all my heart,
The way i feel about you,
To paint a picture true,
To be at one with you.
How do i commence,
By not sitting on the fence,
To describe the way i feel,
To say i love you sweetheart,
With all my heart,
And have from the very start.
Here, i will give it a go, with my heart, body, mind and soul
To tell you, i desire the heat of your fire
To tell you, i desire, the touch of your flame
To tell you, i desire, the feel of your heat
I long for your touch,
Your kisses,
Your words, whispered.
You hold my hand,
A light touch,
It brands your name on my heart,
I know ive loved you from the start.
When is it too soon to say those three words,
To tell you how i feel,
To let you know my love for you is real.
When is it too soon, to say i love you
Is it to soon, to say these three words,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.
I LOVE YOU
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
How do i begin,
To say the thoughts i am thinking,
To describe the way i feel,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.
How do i start,
To say with all my heart,
The way i feel about you,
To paint a picture true,
To be at one with you.
How do i commence,
By not sitting on the fence,
To describe the way i feel,
To say i love you sweetheart,
With all my heart,
And have from the very start.
Here, i will give it a go, with my heart, body, mind and soul
To tell you, i desire the heat of your fire
To tell you, i desire, the touch of your flame
To tell you, i desire, the feel of your heat
I long for your touch,
Your kisses,
Your words, whispered.
You hold my hand,
A light touch,
It brands your name on my heart,
I know ive loved you from the start.
When is it too soon to say those three words,
To tell you how i feel,
To let you know my love for you is real.
When is it too soon, to say i love you
Is it to soon, to say these three words,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.
I LOVE YOU
Yes i love the old boy, even when he hogs the tv for rugby on a friday night
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