If it's to write
I'd write so much
My ink would be a river
Flowing under your fluffy feet
If it's to sing
I'd sing so much
My mellifluous voice
Would bring about a melody
Putting soothes to your aching heart.
If it's to dance
I'd dance so much
You'd be entranced
By the swing of my jingling waist beads.
And even if it's to sleep
I'd sleep so much
To see you, my beloved
In my wonderland
Where we can wander
In the garden of wondrous flowers
And fall asleep
Under the luminous moonlight.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
If it's to write
I'd write so much
My ink would be a river
Flowing under your fluffy feet
If it's to sing
I'd sing so much
My mellifluous voice
Would bring about a melody
Putting soothes to your aching heart.
If it's to dance
I'd dance so much
You'd be entranced
By the swing of my jingling waist beads.
And even if it's to sleep
I'd sleep so much
To see you, my beloved
In my wonderland
Where we can wander
In the garden of wondrous flowers
And fall asleep
Under the luminous moonlight.