His eyes are like the sea
Dark and full of mystery
His hair is as dark as the sky
On a gloomy day
His figure is as if the gods
Saw a stick plucked it from the sacred tree and used it as his backbone
These are the few things
That make me want him more than anything
He has an aura to him
That u can't quite pin
He's as calm as the breeze
But as fierce as the blizzard
On a northern day
The trees seem to swoon over him
Almost as much as I do
The earth seems to quake in his wake
The sky seems to cry for him
So why does he want to be mine?His eyes are like the sea
Dark and full of mystery
His hair is as dark as the sky
On a gloomy day
His figure is as if the gods
Saw a stick plucked it from the sacred tree and used it as his backbone
These are the few things
That make me want him more than anything
He has an aura to him
That u can't quite pin
He's as calm as the breeze
But as fierce as the blizzard
On a northern day
The trees seem to swoon over him
Almost as much as I do
The earth seems to quake in his wake
The sky seems to cry for him
So why does he want to be mine?
