Bed of Proses.

v.

This Love

From nowhere in a crowded room,
here both lying,
me and you.

And I can see,
those flowers bloom,
and I can feel that it was true.

Hold my hand,
put it into your waist,
lets dance on the beat of song.

Kiss my lips,
guess its taste,
keep on dancing until its gone.

Don't you waste this love of mine,
if you do-
it will send shivers to spine,
I want it badly as I wanted you,
it's a fact baby,
it was true.

This love is good,
this love is bad,
love's a drug,
everyone gone mad,
hold my hand and i'll kiss it afterwards,
don't break things into shards.

Now,
put your arms into my chest,
place my head to my shoulder,
so you can rest.

But first,
feel the beating of my heart,
wanting a brand new start.

Feel the warmth of my arms,
travelling to the dimension of yours,
this way,
we feel both unharmed,
and baby,
this love was ours.

this love was ours,
you should be glad,
its a joke that you wont be sad,
I'm so lucky that i have,
a lucky thing-
this love