Every morning in the bed,
I wanna wake up in your arms.
You are written in my life's journey,
And in the lines of my palm.
Your ocean of love,
For a traveller like me is bliss.
You say, It is not Love.
Then Tell Me What It Is?
Everyday I am alive,
Because I can see you smile.
Our souls will never be too far;
Even if we are far, too miles.
When you are far from me,
You don't know, How much you're missed.
You still say, It's not love,
Then Tell Me What It Is?
Every night when I close my eyes,
I feel you to be near me.
You hug my soul and touch my heart,
You make my aches and pains all free.
I always want you in my arms,
To your heart I want to kiss,
You say, It's not love,
Please Tell Me What It Is?
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Every morning in the bed,
I wanna wake up in your arms.
You are written in my life's journey,
And in the lines of my palm.
Your ocean of love,
For a traveller like me is bliss.
You say, It is not Love.
Then Tell Me What It Is?
Everyday I am alive,
Because I can see you smile.
Our souls will never be too far;
Even if we are far, too miles.
When you are far from me,
You don't know, How much you're missed.
You still say, It's not love,
Then Tell Me What It Is?
Every night when I close my eyes,
I feel you to be near me.
You hug my soul and touch my heart,
You make my aches and pains all free.
I always want you in my arms,
To your heart I want to kiss,
You say, It's not love,
Please Tell Me What It Is?
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