You don't know what's my eyes' story with the clock
don't blame me before you listen to it
I wish that a year becomes an hour with someone else
but with you, I wish I could stop my clock
my heart, from the day my heart reached out to you
vowed myself to adapt to whatever you like
and your wishes are my soul's command
and your satisfaction is an honor for it
my heart, from the day my heart reached out to you
vowed myself to adapt to whatever you like
and your wishes are my soul's command
and your satisfaction is an honor for it
you, the purpose of love, the eyes of love are gasping
for connection, and my eyes do not oppose my longings
and if you're away, it's hard to convince my heart
with the reasons, even if they were obvious
you, the purpose of love, the eyes of love are gasping
for connection, and my eyes do not oppose my longings
and if you're away, it's hard to convince my heart
with the reasons, even if they were obvious
you're the most beautiful of my poems' stories and the most creative
the letters of poems describe my feelings for you
and I tell the story of the heart's eyes and the clock
you're the most precious, most beautiful seconds of life and the most tender
you're the most beautiful of my poems' stories and the most creative
the letters of poems describe my feelings for you
and I tell the story of the heart's eyes and the clock
you're the most precious, most beautiful seconds of life and the most tender