If you'd ever ask me about his eyes,
I'd tell you that the first time i met him i was mesmerized.
If you'd ever ask me about his lips,
I'd tell you that you'd fell the sparks down to your fingertips.
If you'd ever ask me about his smile,
I'd tell you that you'd want to stay longer than a while.
If you'd ask me about the way he makes love,
I'd tell you that there is no sweeter thing.
If you'd ask me how well i knew him,
I'd tell you that he makes me feel comfortable in my own skin,
If you'd ask me about the way he makes me feel,
I probably couldn't explain it in words,
If you'd ever ask me if he thought about me,
i would be as puzzled as one could be,
when they are in love.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
If you'd ever ask me about his eyes,
I'd tell you that the first time i met him i was mesmerized.
If you'd ever ask me about his lips,
I'd tell you that you'd fell the sparks down to your fingertips.
If you'd ever ask me about his smile,
I'd tell you that you'd want to stay longer than a while.
If you'd ask me about the way he makes love,
I'd tell you that there is no sweeter thing.
If you'd ask me how well i knew him,
I'd tell you that he makes me feel comfortable in my own skin,
If you'd ask me about the way he makes me feel,
I probably couldn't explain it in words,
If you'd ever ask me if he thought about me,
i would be as puzzled as one could be,
when they are in love.
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