Wishes
I wish my heart was shaped
Like a rose yet to bloom
Then You could tender it
under the sun or the moon,
I wish to kiss you with my lips
And not just with my eyes
Do not let me waiting longer
There go two butterflies.
I wish the spirit of the words
Are not just paper and ink
But fire and my own blood,
Sweet is the idea, now I think
If you wish me just the same
We will have no other choice
You cling to me and I hold you
As we hear each other voice.
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