Standing on a mountain high
I call your name with a sigh
The breeze’s blowing tenderly
Touching the heart so softly
Feeling a strange sensation
Which’s beyond any mention
The heart beats a bit faster
Why, when meeting you, I wonder?
Lost in the pages of my book
What I see is your charming look
Waiting for you at the bus stop
Or looking at you from a place top
All I do is see dreams of you
Lost in memories some old - some new
Thinking of you takes my breath away
At rest my heart doesn’t ever stay
I wish: touch you the wind of love
And forever you be my love
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