If I could choose a day
I would choose the night
And if I shall seek a place
that would be
my lover´s arms.
And all I would ask
would be a kiss,
a true lover´s kiss
The kind that 'sweets'.
And by morning
sunshine would wake me up
I would look around
and figure out
it was only a dream.
But deep inside
I would know
By midnight, again,
he would show.
And my sleepy eyes
would be so gracefully tired
that they would never open again
as long as I didn´t try it.
I would choose the night
And if I shall seek a place
that would be
my lover´s arms.
And all I would ask
would be a kiss,
a true lover´s kiss
The kind that 'sweets'.
And by morning
sunshine would wake me up
I would look around
and figure out
it was only a dream.
But deep inside
I would know
By midnight, again,
he would show.
And my sleepy eyes
would be so gracefully tired
that they would never open again
as long as I didn´t try it.
3 comentários:
oi Maria Eliza,
os mudos se encontram nessa Sala Muda... Para falarmos todas as línguas por sermos de nenhum país, de país nenhum. Sábios navegantes que não foram atirados ao mar, por saberem calar.
Abraço,
Gustavo
ps: tb te sigo.
Sempre com seu romantismo babe! Lindo!
Grato pela tua passada no Eu-lírico. É sempre uma aprendizagem de vida ler vc.
Abraço fra/terno.
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