Jorge Rolon

Late night phone conversations

Your the sunlight to my day
Please don't let the moon come out to play
Baby you know exactly what to say.
To take my breath away
Like no one else can do
I never knew I could be this happy until I met you

With those beautiful green eyes
And that smile like the sunrise
Baby your giving me butterflies

And who cares if they say we're not meant to be
Baby as long as you stay with me
We will write our own destiny
And when your cold
I'll be here for you to hold
We will be a story forever told
But yet never old

With those beautiful green eyes
And that smile like the sunrise
Baby your giving me butterflies

I'll hold your hand threw the halls
I'll paint you pictures on the walls
I'll kiss you as the rain falls
I love our late night phone calls
Saying goodnight before you go
And I just want you to know
That to my heart you are the queen
At least until you turn eighteen

Submitted: Thursday, March 24, 2011
Edited: Monday, June 25, 2012

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