Wishes

I wish my heart was shaped Like a rose yet to bloom Then You could tender it under the sun or the moon, I wish to kiss you with my lips And not just with my eyes Do not let me waiting longer There go two butterflies. I wish the spirit of the words Are not just paper and ink But fire and my own blood, Sweet is the idea, now I think If you wish me just the same We will have no other choice You cling to me and I hold you As we hear each other voice.