WHEN YOUR SWEETHEART DEPARTS...
There is no-one left to share our secret memories, to help recall those magic moments that meant so much to. you and me. I, the surviving half of a love affair, am left with the myth that others will nol understand or appreciate the castles in the sky we built together through calm and stormy weather.
The memories---I recall it all. Where were they? Away, building castles of their own. I am here alone with mine. I taste the wine, I see the setting sun. I kiss you beneath a summer moon. We say "I do" and sing a tune we cannot forget on the day we first met and knew that we were meant to be lovers throughout eternity.
It was love at first sight. We knew it was right. And right it was because...just because it was, IT WAS!
Have you ever known that a shooting star was God's own way to reply to a prayer to let you know He will be there to make your dreams come true? But even He cannot assure how long that rapture will endure. Only your heart knows how long that dream will last. When all the Heaven-sent
present will become the past.
You see, God not only watches over mortals like we. Untold trillions await His reply. How many shooting stars are there, waiting for God's reply to their special prayer? He knows better than you or I that we mere mortals do not die. When this life is through, we go to.. a far off world in a kinder sky
where lovers never kiss goodbye.
WHEN YOUR SWEETHEART DEPARTS...there is no-one left to share our secret memories, to help recall those magic moments that meant so much to to you and me. I, the surviving half of a love affair, am left with the myth that others will understand or appreciate the castles in the sky we built together through calm and stormy weather.
The memories---I recall it all. Where were they? Away, building castles of their own. I am here alone with mine. I taste the wine, I see the setting sun. I kiss you beneath a summer moon. We say "I do" and sing a tune we cannot forget on the day we first met and knew that we were meant to be lovers throughout eternity.
It was love at first sight. We knew it was right. And right it was because...just because it was, it was!
Have you ever known that a shooting star was God's own way to reply to a prayer to let you know He will be there to make your dreams come true? But even He cannot assure how long that rapture will endure. Only your heart knows how long that dream will last. When the Heaven-sent present becomes the past.
You see, God not only watches over mortals like we. Untold trillions await His reply. How many shooting stars are there, waiting for God's reply to their special prayer? He knows better than you or I that we mere mortals do not die. When this life is through, we go to a far off world in a kinder sky where lovers never have to kiss goodbye.
The memories---I recall it all. Where were they? Away, building castles of their own. I am here alone with mine. I taste the wine, I see the setting sun. I kiss you beneath a summer moon. We say "I do" and sing a tune we cannot forget on the day we first met and knew that we were meant to be lovers throughout eternity.
It was love at first sight. We knew it was right. And right it was because...just because it was, IT WAS!
Have you ever known that a shooting star was God's own way to reply to a prayer to let you know He will be there to make your dreams come true? But even He cannot assure how long that rapture will endure. Only your heart knows how long that dream will last. When all the Heaven-sent
present will become the past.
You see, God not only watches over mortals like we. Untold trillions await His reply. How many shooting stars are there, waiting for God's reply to their special prayer? He knows better than you or I that we mere mortals do not die. When this life is through, we go to.. a far off world in a kinder sky
where lovers never kiss goodbye.
WHEN YOUR SWEETHEART DEPARTS...there is no-one left to share our secret memories, to help recall those magic moments that meant so much to to you and me. I, the surviving half of a love affair, am left with the myth that others will understand or appreciate the castles in the sky we built together through calm and stormy weather.
The memories---I recall it all. Where were they? Away, building castles of their own. I am here alone with mine. I taste the wine, I see the setting sun. I kiss you beneath a summer moon. We say "I do" and sing a tune we cannot forget on the day we first met and knew that we were meant to be lovers throughout eternity.
It was love at first sight. We knew it was right. And right it was because...just because it was, it was!
Have you ever known that a shooting star was God's own way to reply to a prayer to let you know He will be there to make your dreams come true? But even He cannot assure how long that rapture will endure. Only your heart knows how long that dream will last. When the Heaven-sent present becomes the past.
You see, God not only watches over mortals like we. Untold trillions await His reply. How many shooting stars are there, waiting for God's reply to their special prayer? He knows better than you or I that we mere mortals do not die. When this life is through, we go to a far off world in a kinder sky where lovers never have to kiss goodbye.
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