Oh you are
My constant
Silly smile;
I look a fool
And love it
Oh you are
The spark
I am here,
And love it.
My constant
Silly smile;
I look a fool
And love it
Oh you are
The spark
That lights my eyes;
I feel alive
And love it
Oh you are
My senses devouring
The dazzling present;
And the delicious treasure
Of anticipating
Pleasure.
I feel alive
And love it
Oh you are
My senses devouring
The dazzling present;
And the delicious treasure
Of anticipating
Pleasure.
I am here,
And love it.
Manuela Cardiga
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