The wind is blowing,
Gently, on this cool night.
As we overlook the city,
Shinning bright, with lights.
The roof is empty.
Silent.
Nothing but our silhouettes,
Moving, in the darkness.
You come close,
Standing on a tiptoe.
I look into your eyes.
And then I know,
Deep in my heart,
How much, I love you so.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
The wind is blowing,
Gently, on this cool night.
As we overlook the city,
Shinning bright, with lights.
The roof is empty.
Silent.
Nothing but our silhouettes,
Moving, in the darkness.
You come close,
Standing on a tiptoe.
I look into your eyes.
And then I know,
Deep in my heart,
How much, I love you so.
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