By Miles
I find myself right now
Picking up pink roses
for you,
My crazy mind seeking
a glimpse of how you
look right now
That smile on that fine
face of yours.
You see my eyes?
They will not blink away,
from you today...nope
What a light you have!
Let out that smile
to feed the worms of
Joy on this day.
Go out tonight, sweetie
Wiggle and wriggle
Your waist,
to the song of your heart,
Tell me why should I not
come to you with flowers?
for you,
My crazy mind seeking
a glimpse of how you
look right now
That smile on that fine
face of yours.
You see my eyes?
They will not blink away,
from you today...nope
What a light you have!
Let out that smile
to feed the worms of
Joy on this day.
Go out tonight, sweetie
Wiggle and wriggle
Your waist,
to the song of your heart,
Tell me why should I not
come to you with flowers?
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