When I feel like everything is growing dim
You're right there to help make me grin.
When I feel like there is only the dark
When your light shines in it triggers this spark.
When I feel that warmth grow inside
I know that you're right there beside.
When I'm with the one that I know is mine
I know it'll be for the rest of time.
When I'm with you, I know I'm complete
There is no one who could ever compete.
You are the one that keeps me alive
For your happiness I will always strive.
Now I hope you feel the same way as I do.
And baby, know that I always love you.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
My Little Flower
Like the soft petals of the cherry tree, her cheeks, so beautiful and delicate.
With a scent sweeter than the sweetest rose, no perfume more exquisite.
Every day I become more and more entranced by my little flower.
I grow more attached, every second, every minute, every hour.
If I could just touch my sweetest blossom, my skin would tingle electric.
If I could just inhale her intoxicant, my thoughts would go eccentric.
My little flower is most prized above all others in this world.
I could not imagine my life without having this beautiful girl.
I just want to be close to her, just to breathe her in.
If she were any sweeter, she would be the deepest sin.
But she would be one that I would gladly commit to, since repentance is not my fate.
My little flower is incredible beyond reason, she never ceases to fascinate.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.
With a scent sweeter than the sweetest rose, no perfume more exquisite.
Every day I become more and more entranced by my little flower.
I grow more attached, every second, every minute, every hour.
If I could just touch my sweetest blossom, my skin would tingle electric.
If I could just inhale her intoxicant, my thoughts would go eccentric.
My little flower is most prized above all others in this world.
I could not imagine my life without having this beautiful girl.
I just want to be close to her, just to breathe her in.
If she were any sweeter, she would be the deepest sin.
But she would be one that I would gladly commit to, since repentance is not my fate.
My little flower is incredible beyond reason, she never ceases to fascinate.
From the mind of Vincent Phillips to you.
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