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of_the_girl
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you should see the way i look at him
it's precious
you should see the way i hold his hand and smile
from lobe to lobe
you should see the way i kiss him
with such passionate fury...
getting back at time and distance
for all the lonely moonlit nights
i spent alone in the dewdropped grass
wishing on twinkling sparkling starlights
you should me when i'm with him
kissing and kissing
going and going
touching and touching
never letting him go
you should see the way i look at him
it's precious...
but you'll never be able to see, because it's only in my head
*poof*
it's precious
you should see the way i hold his hand and smile
from lobe to lobe
you should see the way i kiss him
with such passionate fury...
getting back at time and distance
for all the lonely moonlit nights
i spent alone in the dewdropped grass
wishing on twinkling sparkling starlights
you should me when i'm with him
kissing and kissing
going and going
touching and touching
never letting him go
you should see the way i look at him
it's precious...
but you'll never be able to see, because it's only in my head
*poof*
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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I can honestly say that you always make me pause and consider...
like a vapor
perhaps...
gone in the mist..
the love denied
So......
if you find someone
who gives all of the love
..
take it to your heart don't let it stray..
one thing's for certain,
you will surely be a hurtin'
if you throw it all away.....
if you throw it all away...
(thanks to Bob Dylan)
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
me too.
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and thanks to you as well.
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That smile, especially.
When she smiles, I stop breathing
If just for a moment.
That touch, certainly.
When she stands beside me
Or touches my hand.
That look, completely.
When she glances into my eyes
I can see my own soul.
That voice, obviously.
When she speaks, I pause
And savor every whisper.
And yet, the barrier remains...