It was in the night like this When you whisper I didn’t touch the lifter But I saw it in my nicker Just like the bikers And the hikers I listened to your name And I see what exactly you mean I speak into your comment I saw the drawings Not like it wasn’t creative You did it with oil painting Which makes it sparkling And vibing.
But All of a sudden it was given I saw the mood from the feelings I didn’t want to waste any more time Neither should we spent more of our money It was time for the orange I was happy about the tastes It wasn’t just sour taste It was sweet and cherry Not like the apples But the angle’s I did not want to keep shut anymore I called for that voice of yours It was interesting in the hour’s I love to hear the name Something about us you could say They all aligned in the rain Even in the hot weather With you is just like we are in the rain.
You make me confused of you Something I have never told of you Where you speak of the chilies Like it was just for the sweet I thought I wouldn’t want your hand there But it was under the nicker in the room something I wouldn’t want to missed A time I always would appreciate Where no rain nor sun could compare Where the names say’s the best of the day.
I can clearly tell when she calls me, even if I was sleeping, by the time she calls my name, it always sounds different, and I will knew it, that it would be her. Truth be told, no other person calls me in the softest and sweetest tone like her.
