I sit a rocking on my favourite chair,
the breeze you carry flutters the drapes,
the sweet smell of your silky hair,
reminds me of my favourite, cherry and grapes..
I don’t move hoping you’ll come,
surrounding me with your warm embrace,
your love i need alot or some,
to the ends of the world for u id race…
Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight,
Your embrace never came,your love was never there,
like a plane with no runway im trying to land,
like a fourth leg u are too a humble chair,
with you not there,how will it stand?…
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