Yup I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of
I’m afaid of a love there is no cure of
Yes what I have to give, is that of a beautiful dove
Just keeping things simple and smile
like the dimple on my shoulder
I’m me because with each word or doodle I’m geting bolder.
Hold my hand breeze and you sun I need you too.
For your heart’s desire, there’s much to do.
When it’s that good, it makes you a fool.