Wandering in the woods, I thought to myself,
if only love is
real shouldn't fairy tales be a part of our lives ?
Basking in the sun, still, waiting for sunshine,
every morning longing for that caring embrace like an infant clutching his mother's fingers tight,
they see the world in her eyes, they feel the happiness in her smile,
the flowers and leaves whisper to me,
not the water, not the sun, it’s your love that gives them life.
Magic that love is, it holds all the answers within,
love is in the warmth of sunshine,
love is in that innocent smile,
love is in the words of compassion,
love is everywhere, if only you wander.
Basking in the sun, still, waiting for sunshine,
every morning longing for that caring embrace like an infant clutching his mother's fingers tight,
they see the world in her eyes, they feel the happiness in her smile,
the flowers and leaves whisper to me,
not the water, not the sun, it’s your love that gives them life.
Magic that love is, it holds all the answers within,
love is in the warmth of sunshine,
love is in that innocent smile,
love is in the words of compassion,
love is everywhere, if only you wander.
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