Letter to the one I love
To whom I love
To whom my heart is arrested
It gladdens my heart and it makes my soul feel alive
When you call me “mine”
I feel like swimming in love
The sound of you calling me “dear” makes me feel more of a woman
But as time pass by, it seems my love has fade in your heart
The word mine and dear becomes so scarce in your mouth like a diamond
I am a woman she cries, I have needs she moans, make me feel more like a woman.
Many days, I feel like a shinning little red apple, one of the top ones in a barrel.
Every day you come by and choose but never me.
Your hand comes close, sometimes you even lift me up, but always choose another.
I have got a little worm growing inside me and each day become less attractive.
I long for the day you choose me. I long for the day you love me more and make me feel loved. The word I love you is so scarce in your mouth and I yearn for it like a baby yearn for her mother’s breast.[b]Letter to the one I love
To whom I love
To whom my heart is arrested
It gladdens my heart and it makes my soul feel alive
When you call me “mine”
I feel like swimming in love
The sound of you calling me “dear” makes me feel more of a woman
But as time pass by, it seems my love has fade in your heart
The word mine and dear becomes so scarce in your mouth like a diamond
I am a woman she cries, I have needs she moans, make me feel more like a woman.
Many days, I feel like a shinning little red apple, one of the top ones in a barrel.
Every day you come by and choose but never me.
Your hand comes close, sometimes you even lift me up, but always choose another.
I have got a little worm growing inside me and each day become less attractive.
I long for the day you choose me. I long for the day you love me more and make me feel loved. The word I love you is so scarce in your mouth and I yearn for it like a baby yearn for her mother’s breast.[/b]Letter to the one I love
To whom I love
To whom my heart is arrested
It gladdens my heart and it makes my soul feel alive
When you call me “mine”
I feel like swimming in love
The sound of you calling me “dear” makes me feel more of a woman
But as time pass by, it seems my love has fade in your heart
The word mine and dear becomes so scarce in your mouth like a diamond
I am a woman she cries, I have needs she moans, make me feel more like a woman.
Many days, I feel like a shinning little red apple, one of the top ones in a barrel.
Every day you come by and choose but never me.
Your hand comes close, sometimes you even lift me up, but always choose another.
I have got a little worm growing inside me and each day become less attractive.
I long for the day you choose me. I long for the day you love me more and make me feel loved. The word I love you is so scarce in your mouth and I yearn for it like a baby yearn for her mother’s breast.