I hope you hear my heart
because my voice just fell apart...
What's Love?
Is it a promise...
Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...
Here is my broken heart,
It's beaten and it's bruised...
Your arms securely wrapped around my waist
my hands gently placed upon your shoulders...
I've often wondered about gazing into your eyes
whether it'd be the same as I've often dreamt...
Huddled in the arms of doubt
feeling the sickness spread...
Would you fall in love with me
If you looked my way...
I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...
Once the jasmines grow in my heart,
my dying soul won't rip apart...
Hold me close,
In the sound of rain...
Roses are red
violets are blue...