The palm of your hand, the shape of your lips.
The love I've been urning for, The love I could only imagine, the greatest feelings I have ever felt in my life.
Then why did you betray me so?
Love isn't as simple as I thought it would be... No longer beauty in your face or the light touch of your fingers on my skin, but why do I still love your soft touch...?
The love I've been urning for, The love I could only imagine, the greatest feelings I have ever felt in my life.
Then why did you betray me so?
Love isn't as simple as I thought it would be... No longer beauty in your face or the light touch of your fingers on my skin, but why do I still love your soft touch...?
