7 May 2002
I want to feel your touch like an angel
so the heat of your heart I could feel.
Give me a little time to spend it with you.
Please give me a chance before you go.
Yes, I am shy and don’t speak time to time,
looking away every time your eyes meet mine.
I’m afraid of your naive looks in mishaps.
I’m not brave, a coward perhaps.
My dreams will turn to a shallow crying
‘cause I might not see you the next morning.
I’ve never felt like this since I knew you
so please please don’t you ever go.
I know I am late for letting you know.
Very very late, it’s time for you to go.
If there’s something to remind me of you always,
it’s a perfect smile from you. A sweet caress.
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