Love
It's this special little feeling
It kind of goes
And then it slowly rises
But in this new horizon
It's called love
It was perfectly
Made in the heavens
It's been everywhere
Like the Costa Rica
And it will wait as long
As it takes just for you
It will take you high
It will take you low
Go into your
Most coldest nights
It'll give you something
Perfect to adore
You have the key
Open it you'll see
So why don't you go inside
Take yourself on a fantasy ride
You might be so impressed
Inside the softest place on earth
Copyright © Keneathia Brown | Year Posted 2012
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