Seeking a paradise in your arms tight,
Look at your eyes without a fight.
Memory of the sea near the sand,
Feeling your soft hand....



Walking in the same gardens where roses grow,
Yours lips kiss and go.
Hug me with your love up the hills,
Love is to feel...



Beds that can,t tell you nothing anymore!
See faces, knock at your door.
Romantic in an old fashioned way,
Love is to feel I will say.



Birds that will always sing,
Faithful in your dream.
Lonely nights without any break,
Love is to feel great.

Warmest regards.
Victor Marques