Treasure Island

Big Buck


Growth of Romance


Your beauty is undeniable
Your grace is undefiable
Your voice is more pleasant than the bird in the sky
Your stride flows like your being carried by angels
you make my heart seem to fly

You oh beautiful girl, basking in your youth
whirling and twirling your hair without a single care
walking around without a frown

Your beauty is undeniable
Your grace is undefiable
Your vioce is unbelievable
But your love is unatainable

All I want is to know you,
All I want is to see you,
All I need is to be loved by you
all I feel is love for you

Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2008

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