Beauty what is it?
Is it the look of a person
or what you feel inside?
What is it that makes us beautiful?
Running like a speeding bullet, my heart races
For days I've thought about your sweet embraces
Now the day is finally here and I am too scared
I don't want to reveal too much to push you away
No one know what our memories hold
until something happens that touches our soul
Memories always survive no matter what
Why is that I can't stop thinkin about you?
Even though I am not sure if you feel the way I do
There are times when I lust at the things we could do
Spending everytime we have together preciously as if its the last