He was breathtaking, his smile and all.
His hair the color of Autumn, and not so much fall.
He understood me deeply, day by day he found his way creeping.
Into my thoughts, my heart, the depths of my soul.
And maybe one day we'll meet up again.
He was breathtaking, his smile and all.
His hair the color of Autumn, and not so much fall.
He understood me deeply, day by day he found his way creeping.
Into my thoughts, my heart, the depths of my soul.
And maybe one day we'll meet up again.