Corsage.
Crepuscular scent of my dreams is revealed,
I hide it no more and I think of the flowers
You had on your dress that had everything for me…
I lived for those minutes, I prayed for those seconds,
I treasure them furtive, I need no confessions;
It"s sunset, I drawl in despair and misery,
I perplex all my thoughts, I"m so scared to lose you.
In one of the parks, in the downtown of hope,
You come to me closer, I feel - we both tremble…
You whisper so softly: "I love you… I love you…";
I lost all my words and I feel only flowers…
Corsage
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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