The first time I felt you so close
sitting by my side in a restaurant,
I could smell the intoxication of your cologne
while feeling the palpitation of my heart.
The first time our arms brushed
I was falling too fast and feeling too much,
but I didn’t care, it was an experience I didn’t want to forget.
The first time our eyes met
I was drowning in despair,
I didn’t want to believe my life was changing direction
but I was experiencing passion.
In you I want to cherish
I don’t want these memories to perish,
in you I’m devouring each pleasure
I don’t want to lose you because you’re my treasure.
Copyright@2005 Michelle Carreiro
Enviado por Michelle Carreiro em 12/09/2005
Reeditado em 02/11/2005
Código do texto: T49888