The Bus

If I had a lucky ticket
For that double decker bus
I would look at You forever
Catching beauty of Your eyes.

I would dare to smell Your perfume,
I would gently touch Your hand
And I know You’d lie to others
That I’m just Your closest friend.

I would talk about London
Making jokes to see You smile.
That’s the best reward I could have
Earned in my entire life.

But I’m hundred miles from City,
Sitting lonely in my room.
Need You now like never sweetie,
Hope to meet You very soon…

21:11, 15/10/2013

Любовь, Любовь и чувства

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