You and I
by carmelo
Lay here beside me, hearing my heart
Softly I’ll whisper my feelings for you
What you’ve meant to me from the start
How you make me feel the way I do
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
There’s nothing to hide in these arms
Just a love that runs deeply and free
Living without you is being alone
And I hope that someday you’ll come back
And make this place feel like a home
Before this fragile heart begins to crack
As I dream I don’t want to wake
And find that you’re not next to me
Because without you my heart will break
By my side is where I always wanted you to be
You and I is how my soul has seen us
You and I is all my hearts every known
You and I was all I wanted nothing less
You and I to always be on our own
my angel
by angelanne
i'm sitting here writing,
and thinking of you.
i love to love you
it's my favorite thing to do
i love this feeling,
this feeling they call love
god sent me an angel
straight from heaven above.
he sent me an angel
so gorgeous and sweet
god sent me you
and you swept me off my feet.
you got here to earth
and walked right up to me
you said,angel i love you
you think you could love me?
at first i was scared
wandering what do i do
i was falling so hard
i was afraiad to love you.
so i nelt down and prayed
and ask god what to do
he said go ahead and love him
i sent him to you
i sent him to love you
and hold you when you cry
he's going to make you happy
until the day that you die
i then made my decision
and thanked the lord above
for sending me this angel
and for sending me someone to love
so then i walked up to you
with my eyes full of tears
i told you yes,i can love you
i said it perfectly clear
i promised to love you
and stand by your side
and you promised to dry up
all the tears i had cryed
i promised to be faithfull
and promised to be true
i promised to be there
and to always love you
so i'll end this with saying
that dreams do come true
god sent me an angel
and that angel is you!
In Love With You
by sweetiebabies
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