Vleugeltjez..
Do you know he kisses my forehead whenever I'm sick?
He calls me beautiful, not because I ask, not because he has to, but because he wants to.
His arms fit perfectly around me and I wonder why your's didn't.
His smile is a secret only for me to know, as his heart is.
He tells me the day he met me is when he started living.
And now I can't live without him.
My heart is securely tangled up in his.
His eyes are constantly going to the very depths of my soul, never leaving, never looking away.
His promises are just that.
Promises.
And I know he's hiding wings somewhere because someone that beautiful has to be angelic.
He calls me beautiful, not because I ask, not because he has to, but because he wants to.
His arms fit perfectly around me and I wonder why your's didn't.
His smile is a secret only for me to know, as his heart is.
He tells me the day he met me is when he started living.
And now I can't live without him.
My heart is securely tangled up in his.
His eyes are constantly going to the very depths of my soul, never leaving, never looking away.
His promises are just that.
Promises.
And I know he's hiding wings somewhere because someone that beautiful has to be angelic.
04 nov 2004
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