When I was young, when I was free
I fell in love when I met thee
Thou were so handsome, strong and smart
I couldn’t let us grow apart
The sun was shining, birds were singing
And at that time I fell in thinking
Your eyes, your lips, your dear voice –
All made me make that pretty choice
And now I’m happy, I’m in love
I feel myself a flying dove
And all the problem is that you
Don’t wanna say to me: “I love you”
Another stupid verse about love...
© Copyright: Елена Вихарева-Герцен, 2004
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