If you were the glistening stars
And I the thoughtful one,
I’d watch you smile and sparkle
Hoping daylight would never come.
If you were the fruit
Could I be your tree?
Holding you close, watching you grow,
You’re the only one for me.
If I were a nightingale,
You’d be my song?
A sweet soft melody
That could never go wrong.
If you were the tears,
I’d be the tissue.
Here to wipe them away
they’d no longer stay
‘Cause I’ll always love you.
Monday, January 9, 2012
If you were the glistening stars
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Monday, January 9, 2012
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