Two Lips and Tulips

Iwalk through your field where

Thetulips grow wild

AndI sway as they wave in the wind.

Ithink of your sweet lips,

Thecurve of your smile,

Andwonder if I’ll ever see you again.

 

Youwere my morning,

Asfresh as the dew,

Andlife was so simple back then.

Yoursmile was brighter

Thanthe tulips of spring

Whenyou kissed me and told me

Thatwe were just friends.

 

Howcan I take it?

Howcan I make it?

Iwanted much more from the start.

Maybein time, if I’m patient, you’ll see

Thefeelings down deep in my heart.

 

Tastingyour honey,

Lostin your wine,

Dreamingof how life should be.

Tulipsin springtime,

Yourtwo lips on mine.

Tulips,your two lips, and sweet memory.