Maxwell playing on the radio
soothing sounds sweet and low
Memories running through my head
as I lay upon the bed
A summers rose with petals fair
a touch a smell... you are there
A memories dream, you come to me
and sit down by my side
You stroke my cheek, brush back my hair
seems all so real like you are there
You hold me close and kiss my lips
I savor your mouth with sensual sips
I close my eyes and try to block out
but memories keep coming without a doubt
It was times once had when we were young
when life was great and so much fun
But now it's all just once upon a time
when I was yours and you were mine
It's just a dream tossing to and fro
with Maxwell playing on the radio
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If beauty was a flower,
and I saw a field of those,
They would all be dandelions,
and you would be a rose.
And people would come from miles around
your loveliness to see,
And they could pick the dandelions,
but the rose belongs to me!
This butterfly will take you back to the index
