Someone asked me, “Who is she that you sing these songs for?”
Ah, the toughest question that I have been asked.
How do I put it in words?
How do I explain that she is the reason why my rainbow has colours
How do I explain that she is the reason for every smile that lit my day.
She is the reason why I dream, for she is the dream that I dream.
How do I explain she is all that I have.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can smell her perfume
And hear that gentle laughter that knocked my heart out
Sometimes when I sleep away, I can almost feel her next to me
That soft breathing floating away in the silent night.
She is the one my heart calls for every day
She is the one I miss as the clock ticks away.
My poems are not good enough neither my words strong enough
To let you know how much of a world she means to me.
Romeo died for Juliet, and Juliet for Romeo, that was their love
But no, I don’t want to die, I want to live
I want to spent the rest of my life trying to make her happy
I want to live my dream, I want to live her dream.
Someone asked me, “Where is she?”
Ah, the simplest question that I have been asked.
Where else would she be
In my heart tey
Where she always belonged.
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