Tell Me, Isn'T That Love
Stop, breathe, and listen to me.
Listen to my love song
that I sing to you,
alone in the nidst of the twilight.
See my tears roll down my face,
as I see you walk away into the distance.
As I try to shower you with affection and heart-felt kisses,
Still you accept them without noticing and continue to walk on.
Stop, so I can catch up
and show you love!
To pick you a flower,
to walk with you,
buy you vanilla ice cream
and we sit on the park benches
near the fog covered bay
as the ships sail across, passing each other
and ringing eachother's bells saying, "hello" to one another.
As we sit on those lonesome park benches,
and we catch up.
As the hands of a clock come together at nidnight
and the neon fireworks blast and explode off
into beautiful and cheerful colors.
As you look up at the beauty
I shall steal a kiss upon your sweet cheek.
Now, tell me my love, isn't that love?
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