Let me call you beauty
For your beauty speaks volume without uttering a word
Or perhaps I call you angel for the good tidings your smile bring's to my day is like dew upon a rose flower
Don't bother giving me a hug
Just blow me a kiss and see me fly without wings
My home is no more my home
For now I realise it is filled with boredom and darkness
Beneath the layers of your heart
Deep down where only God resides
Make me a bed
For my home is your heart.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
Let me call you beauty
For your beauty speaks volume without uttering a word
Or perhaps I call you angel for the good tidings your smile bring's to my day is like dew upon a rose flower
Don't bother giving me a hug
Just blow me a kiss and see me fly without wings
My home is no more my home
For now I realise it is filled with boredom and darkness
Beneath the layers of your heart
Deep down where only God resides
Make me a bed
For my home is your heart.
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