Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Window

Would you climb in through my window? 

Would you give my heart a chance? 

Would you hold me in your tender arms 

And kiss me while we dance? 


Would you whisper to me softly  

When the night is almost through 

And tell me that you feel for me 

The way I feel for you? 



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