I'll get medical attention for my heart, it's in suspension
I must reckon that you beckon all the time
To steal hearts away
To save seven souls per day,
To make a life worth living more.
So on to this computer I'll spill my mind,
It Is You That I Adore.
No symbolism, ryhme,
The world, it runs on its own time.
Without a reason or change of season
I'll always wish that you'll be mine.