When kissing her I become breathless
and my heart beats faster
she’s responsible of my condition
and I think about her love
I wake up in the morning
dreaming with seeing her again
I try not to think about her
and forget her, but I don’t know whether I can
her eyes remind me of the sun
although they darken my days
when kissing her I feel I can touch heaven
and my heart beats faster
If this isn’t love
then what is it?
If I can’t sleep thinking about her
I’ve got the feeling it is love indeed
and I’ll suffer if I can’t see her in a white veil
married to me
yeah yeah yeah yeah
She’s everything in my heart
there are no more empty gaps, not anymore
I’d like to stop thinking about her
I’d like to stop dreaming of her
No
My world is full of colours
which don’t fade away
Her eyes remind me of the sun
although they darken my days
when kissing her I feel I can touch heaven
and my heart beats faster
If this isn’t love
then what is it?
If I can’t sleep thinking about her
I’ve got the feeling it is love indeed
and I’ll suffer if I can’t see her in a white veil
married to me
yeah yeah yeah yeah
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.