have been sleeping all alone,
You have been staring in my dreams.
I want to kiss you, my baby,
I want to kiss you tonight.
My love,
You are like a flower,
So sweet and pure and fair.
I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you.
I just can't believe the one to love this feeling, too.
I now know how sweet a kiss could be.
Like the summer sunshine,
Your sweetness over me.
I shall do one thing in this life,
One thing certain, that is:
Love you, Long for you,
And keep wanting you till I die.
I love to be the one you always think of,
The one you share the joys and hardships with,
I'll always love to be the one you love.
My eyes are the stars over your window,
Gazing affectionately at you every night.
Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
Within you I lose myself, without you I find myself wanting to be lost again.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
Look into my eyes - you will see what you mean to me.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored, and sorrows end.
You have been staring in my dreams.
I want to kiss you, my baby,
I want to kiss you tonight.
My love,
You are like a flower,
So sweet and pure and fair.
I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you.
I just can't believe the one to love this feeling, too.
I now know how sweet a kiss could be.
Like the summer sunshine,
Your sweetness over me.
I shall do one thing in this life,
One thing certain, that is:
Love you, Long for you,
And keep wanting you till I die.
I love to be the one you always think of,
The one you share the joys and hardships with,
I'll always love to be the one you love.
My eyes are the stars over your window,
Gazing affectionately at you every night.
Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
Within you I lose myself, without you I find myself wanting to be lost again.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
Look into my eyes - you will see what you mean to me.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored, and sorrows end.