A birthday is a very special day,
When you can't help becoming older.
I'm struggling through the days that you're away,
Without you the world is so much colder...
I could have swum a sea to get to you,
I could have bought you like a ton of flowers,
But we're apart, so all I've got to do
Is wait for your return and count the hours...
It's early May, and May's a lovely month of spring
When everybody's chirping like a dove,
My heart's beating fast, I want to sing,
I guess it signifies that I'm in love.
I wonder what's so special 'bout your eyes
That shine and sparkle like two tiny coals,
I wonder what's so cute about your smile
That keeps me going forth when darkness falls.
I wasn't going to make a love confession,
I probably shoudln't have written this at all...
Pushistik, you're the only great obsession,
That's hidden very deep within my soul.
На день рожденья Пушистика, 2006
© Copyright: Пётр Жданов, 2007
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