What of this world you call love
What of the smiles and the butterflies
What of the long midnight strolls I hear tell
What of the music, the joy that togetherness brings
Pretty picture you do paint
Many a times in your pretty head
But do forgive a cynic every now and again
For I’ve been wondering
What of this world you call love
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4 comments:
oh!!!
i m not kiddin
i have a tear in my eye
(for wat i read in it)
Anki: ... a tear is perhaps the best compliment I have received....in anycase I am taking it as one :) . Thanks
beautiful. very beautiful.
Thanks probe.
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