To my next love
I don't know
whose fingers will cross my hands next time
Whose hair I will stroke
Whose smile will soften my heart
Whose love will bloom like a fresh start
Whose fingertips will crease my cheek bones
Whose fragrance will cling to my clothes
Whose eyes will ask me to stay in their sight
Whose heart will race when our palms meet...
whose fingers will cross my hands next time
Whose hair I will stroke
Whose smile will soften my heart
Whose love will bloom like a fresh start
Whose fingertips will crease my cheek bones
Whose fragrance will cling to my clothes
Whose eyes will ask me to stay in their sight
Whose heart will race when our palms meet...