|
Submitted by moonlit-heart from USA
Date: Sat Jul 27 15:48:35 2002
You (Nick) Your face is beauty itself
With loveliness more radiant than wine
Oh, what will you do, dear angel
If I were to yield my love unto thine
Your lips are sweeter than berries
It owns the crimson color of the rose
Your complexion is soft and creamy
Warm within a cold winds' blows
Your eyes are blue as sapphires
Enticing, brightly twinkling stars
Your hair is of a golden fountain
More precious than a thousand gold bars
I see your face everynight
No doubt, in love, am I
Yet I am so young, this just can't be
But to forget you, I'd rather die
|
