The winds bring me your fragrance
As I sit by my window sill,
The tip of my pen meets the paper
And I write; I write until
I can no more express in words
The love I have for you.
I wonder, does God realize how great
A masterpiece He made in you?
The angels must've watched in disbelief
When you first opened your eyes
For I haven't seen in another pair
Reflections of fireflies.
And yet, somehow I know that I
Love you because you're free.
So I'll love you forever, till the end,
But you needn't belong to me.
As I sit by my window sill,
The tip of my pen meets the paper
And I write; I write until
I can no more express in words
The love I have for you.
I wonder, does God realize how great
A masterpiece He made in you?
The angels must've watched in disbelief
When you first opened your eyes
For I haven't seen in another pair
Reflections of fireflies.
And yet, somehow I know that I
Love you because you're free.
So I'll love you forever, till the end,
But you needn't belong to me.
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