I Wish...
I Wish...
What is it she does to me?
That makes me feel this way,
She makes me feel as if harsh winter,
Was a sunny cloudless day,
Her eyes are deep,
Her eyes are wide,
Inside them emotions run and hide,
But though ive only known her for a while,
For her i'd walk a thousand miles,
Her skin is soft, a shade of cream,
Her smile as warm as a fresh sunbeam,
Though with her i will never have a chance,
To hold, to kiss, to touch, to dance,
And even though this is set in my mind,
One day my angel i will find.
What is it she does to me?
That makes me feel this way,
She makes me feel as if harsh winter,
Was a sunny cloudless day,
Her eyes are deep,
Her eyes are wide,
Inside them emotions run and hide,
But though ive only known her for a while,
For her i'd walk a thousand miles,
Her skin is soft, a shade of cream,
Her smile as warm as a fresh sunbeam,
Though with her i will never have a chance,
To hold, to kiss, to touch, to dance,
And even though this is set in my mind,
One day my angel i will find.