As I sit here drunk,
in disorderly state.
I sit and I wonder,
why I love in such ways.
I sit and I think
of her wonderful smile,
her beautiful eyes,
her illustrious style.
I see her but thrice,
thrice in a week.
But love doesn't care,
love doesn't seek.
Doesn't seek for reason,
doesn't seek for care.
I wonder why I love her.
I wonder if it's fair?
You see she doesn't know,
and there's not a chance she will.
My orderly mind
wouldn't dare to fulfill.
So forever I'll wonder,
I'll think and I'll wish.
I'll pray for the luck,
I'll pray for a kiss.
So I'll see you tomorrow,
but I'll dream of you first.
I'll dream of desire
that our love will soon burst.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
As I sit here drunk,
in disorderly state.
I sit and I wonder,
why I love in such ways.
I sit and I think
of her wonderful smile,
her beautiful eyes,
her illustrious style.
I see her but thrice,
thrice in a week.
But love doesn't care,
love doesn't seek.
Doesn't seek for reason,
doesn't seek for care.
I wonder why I love her.
I wonder if it's fair?
You see she doesn't know,
and there's not a chance she will.
My orderly mind
wouldn't dare to fulfill.
So forever I'll wonder,
I'll think and I'll wish.
I'll pray for the luck,
I'll pray for a kiss.
So I'll see you tomorrow,
but I'll dream of you first.
I'll dream of desire
that our love will soon burst.
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