Delightful Eyes
It may complicate if wrongly assumed
Things can never be presumed
As it lacks strength and logic
It has some element of basic
What we some time think is not error?
But it may create problem for others with fear
It may cause agony and embarrassment
This is not real as it is simple harassment
It may and has to be misreading
As it may not help in leading
To the end of the road
As it may be burdened with load
Love is to steadfast and sacrifice
Keep up the words with promise
That must be borne in mind till demise
Then only it may be called wise
What you do in consideration is mere infatuation
It has no relevance with continuation
You are simply drawn by outer beauty
This can’t be called ideal with fine quality
Even animals show some discipline
They also sometime refuse to go by and decline
Some sense of ideology seems to be in their head
Only we fail at some of point time to read
Love can be read in shining eyes
It has all the colors, aspirations and flies
In right direction with no illusion at all
Responds to immediately with sincere call
If at all one wants to perform ideal
He or she must think twice and act real
It has some sort of invisible bond and not deal
One baths in it with satisfaction and delightedly feel
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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poem by MoonBee Canady
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Deep in love
Why I am so deep in love and called mad?
Why give people chance to call me mad?
Failure in love attempts and feel so sad,
Always get thrashing from kind dad,
It was not complicate but simple love,
Sailing on water like duck and dove,
Getting to know better of her but not to have,
Driving me crazy as she never forgave,
Was it simple attraction or infatuation?
Confronted many times but confused with question,
was I so desperate and running out of time?
Was it the only priority and my object prime?
I may not remain quiet and simply rest,
Earnest efforts with sincerity and follow with zest,
Leaving rest to luck and trying for best,
May be life wants some more crucial tests?
Will my dream come not true?
Ever I find answer or get it through?
Sincerely I hope to have success,
with relentless efforts and without recess,
what will happen if she buckles?
Under tremendous pressure and refuse
Add to the woes and make me to confuse,
what should I do to make the situation to defuse?
Neither I will fail nor succumb,
I will act wise and not act as dumb,
Life will be shattered as blast after bomb,
I will pray God and also visit dead people’s tomb
,
Is it sheer crime to love a person?
Do we blame rain if it comes without season?
Why do they unnecessarily malign?
Is it necessary to please them and align?
I see no reason behind their ire
Why do they object and openly fire?
I did nothing to molest her modesty
I just proposed her hand with honesty
May be it was not good as one sided affair
I was not unreasonable with approach or to be called liar
I had just dreamt of a life with beautiful partner
In love life it first initiative and was just beginner
I could not believe my own eyes
When she offered me glare with byes
I was little shocked wither refusal
She had invited me to discuss it oral
I prayed God to give her good sense
I had never behaved irresponsible or nonsense
It was sincere wish and strong desire
I was all out for her beauty and wished to admire
Those are unlucky who fail and not face,
without knowing what joy is there in losing the race,
they call others stupid and mad,
whom would you actually call good or bad?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All so beautiful
The eyes were closed at the time of demise
she was laid on the ground with broken promise
Now there won't be any sunrise
The departure came all of sudden with full of surprise
A the beauty lies with man's eyes
The question doesn't rise with any Why
The wife is always beautiful in life
Only you have to walk on the edge of knife
All eyes are sobbing at the time of demise
he has broken the the promises
she is leaving behind all the friends
as the scene was taken over by tragic end
She will have no more sunrise
the death has taken over her by surprise
the wife played beautiful role in life
though it proved to be an edge of knife
her eyes were so beautiful and attractive
she her self was very active
she proved to be a true to self
she was as deep as sea shelf
The is beautify is lying underneath the mind
you must have deep sens to find
it is woman who is always kind
her positive role is always declined
she was never hostile
and made the life worthwhile
she remained cool and quiet
and did not attempt the course to set
in married life the Love is to be keenly watched
you have enough time for Legs to be stretched
all sort of mistakes but still not to be caught
Wisdom to prevail and company to be sought
I thought she was intelligent and beautiful
she took care not to be seen as unwise and deceitful
It was her earnest attempt to remain faithful
dedicated to all and simply truthful
If you are wise enough to notice
then it may appeal and sound so nice
there is no room for any quarrel
the bond seemed to be perfect and real
Though the real life is full of hurdles and stormy
it may create many foes and enemy
you will be forced to sail in rough sea
no one may be there to listen to your plea
All passed before eyes as trailer
we all seemed like ordinary travelers
it is seen as temporary refuge
no one can deny the truth or refuse
Still the past remains as memorable phase
it wont be possible immediately to erase
whole life may be spent for goal to chase
the efforts may consolidate the base
when times comes for relaxation
you are gripped with tension
you face the ill health with less mobility
there is sharp fall in good quality
Both the partners try to be honest
serve the family to the best
the end may sadden the whole atmosphere
one tends to shale with disbelief and fear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost Horizon
Now I guess its too late to speculate
On things as they might have been
That given the time, youd read my mind
And know there was love within
I could loudly exclaim we felt the same
But not in all honesty
Now youll never know
How could you know the friend that you had in me
Ive got so much to learn now
Lessons I never had
When you lose a friend forever
Hurts so bad
Ooh it hurt me so bad
I had always believed that you and me
Were connected by destiny
But the time never came
It sounds so lame
Is it all just my vanity?
Am I the only one to feel the sun
Exactly the way I do?
When you sang how you felt Id tell myself
Maybe someday Ill sing with you
Ive got so much to hope for
Dreams that Ive never had
When youve got no one to share them
Hurts so bad
Ooh it hurt me so bad
I have an ideal I think is real
But I just cant find it
I believe that one day
Ill melt away into that lost horizon
Ooh it hurt me so bad
That you had an ideal you knew was real
And you went out to find it
And you found it one day
Youve gone to stay into that lost horizon
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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A move to reveal
There is nothing more to reveal
Mind is to act as vault and conceal
No willingness to for help and heal
This is problem and tragedy real
Humanity is on shame and there is deal
It is simple show of sympathy and not real
How long we will cheat our own conscience and soul?
Do we want to sleep in night like owl?
It may not get changed
Everything is simply arranged
The stage show is well managed
The thought demolition is on and raged
It is real pity
There is no continuity
There is no standardization in quality
It is mere show of strength and clear ability
There may be immediate gain
It may not be felt as pain
The vanes may easily allow thick blood to flow
W may shut the eyes and unnaturally grow
No one has time to think and act
We have lost even courage to react
We silently surrender to the ill wish
It may kill us from within to finish
Nothing changes except one’s own will
One can choose the way and go on to kill
Either it may be the core like thing or concept
We are not still live to reality and ready no accept
We have learnt to live with dubious distinction
We love and like the burning situation with friction
This can easily lead us to smooth passage for extinction
Let us not forget our own survival in question
No one can break the ice
If it is done then may certainly look nice
We are still left with nice fixtures
The world looks so lovely with bright future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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After all
Mixtures of ill feelings and hatred
Life is full of misery and to be lead
To look after all as family head
Their likings and disliking clearly to be read
It is plight of common man
He may try to perform whatever he can
He has lust for odysseys water
Not all the wishes can be catered
Either to escape from the responsibility
Or to express the helplessness or inability
It is not good sign or best quality
At the end one can feel only pity
What about men living in the streets?
Wishing to ask so many questions when we meet?
What is he to do when there is no other alternative?
What is he expected to perform as native?
Common men do think many things in common
For him life is to be simply put on
There is no defeat or win
Success is illusion and agony always seen
Forget about helpless and poor
They are always show the door
They have no where to go
They get humiliated as balls throw
Still it has to go on uninterrupted
Whole system stands corrupted
Nothing good at all is intercepted
No good ideas are concepted
No use to react badly or good
We all have to act for food
This is biggest problem and concern
Everything proves secondary in turn
We have still humble mission
lot many aspirations as clear ambition
God only knows its clear outcome
Emergence of anything is always welcome
We may be helpless but not lacking
We dash for the claim and staking
It depends how you are taking
Is it simply believing or in making?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gimme That Thing Called Love
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
You take my breath away, its not the things you do
But the way you do it, I knew it was gonna work out this way
Its beyond the point of pleasure, to the point of no return
I should know better, whatever, I guess Im gonna live and learn
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Reach out and touch me girl, I wanna tell you that its right this time, this time
Its such a sweet surrender, I feel myself going under your spell, oh well
Right or wrong, baby go on, just have your way with me
I dont scare that easily, whatever you want, please go on
Whatever it takes, take it out on me, come on
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Hold on, look my way, Im turned on by the things you say
I wont forget about the night we had
I wont be sorry for the things Ive said, this time
Reach out and touch me girl, I wont be sorry for the things Ive said
Its satisfaction guaranteed, I wont pretend itll always be this way
But at least Im gonna have my day
Beyond this point of pleasure, to the point of no return
I should know better, whatever, I guess Im gonna live and learn
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Gimme that thing called love, show me a thing about love
Reach out and touch me girl, reach out and hold me girl
I wont forget about the nights weve had
I wont be sorry for the things Ive said, this time
song performed by by April Wine
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Psycho
I told you time and time again
that we would meet just as friends
and now i just can't seem to get my story through
if i'd known all about this then
i wouldn't have said the things I said
im left now with a problem
what to do
cuz i can't seem to tell her
exactly the way i feel
i can't seem to find the words to show what i know is real
and if she calls me on the phone
wont you tell her im not home
just say ive gone so very far away
if she asks when ill return
tell her that you have not learned
and that i might have plans to stay
cuz i can't seem to tell her
exactly the way i feel i
can't seem to find the words to show what i know is real
i can't seem to tell her
exactly the way i feel
i can't seem to find the words to show what i know is real
here she comes again
this time surrounded by her friends
do i pretend that i dont see her or say hi
she asks me if im free
i said i would if it was up to me
and pray she sees the truth behind my lie
cuz i can't seem to tell her
exactly the way i feel
i can't seem to find the words to show what i know is real
i can't seem to tell her
exactly the way i feel
i can't seem to find the words to show what i know is real
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Melodies Without Sound (Revised)
The first time I was asked for my ideal I said To
become Faust and learn everything there is; by
dramatic phrasing I meant being a student for-
ever- she derisively replied, Get real child, what
a pretentious ideal - I was deeply mortified
Studied philosophy, science, quantum physics and
relativism, wondered about astronomy; astrology
explained the characters we deal with in life; read
everything that evoked my curiosity, unsure where
the quest would lead - the joy of doing it an end in
itself - and while stimulating discussion is limited
I write to clarify emotional problems, practise the
art of expression and learn to use sonorous words
to create melodies without sound, learning from
the poet I most admire because - HIS poetry
sings at all times
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Sort of infatuation
I came back fast on net
I never wanted her to go or let
It was some sort of infatuation
But was not sure of real relation
It is gradual process in any development
But turns on to alter as happy moment
How one feels about other!
Dreams about to come true and bother
In young age you may term it as natural
Like spring it is welcome and comes as usual
But what about love in later stage of autumn?
When one thinks about beautiful flowers in garden
Oh! Is it called love of real nature?
I repeatedly asked self but was not sure
It created ripples and I turned cold
What would they term it in this selfish world?
I wrote about end of the road
When one is suddenly facing load
Love of young woman in life and its impact
Oh! God it is tremendous courage and powerful act
I think again and again
She is my mate and new concern
Life has made simple 'u' turn
I wan to come back to her in return
She has thought of my fading star
I shall soon be leaving very far
As destiny has narrow and wide angle
Soon it may create for her a trouble
I may dream about her till end
If not as permanent but special friend
That keeps my vigor and strength
In tact and prepares to go to any length
I now want to love and live more
She has given hope to explore
New horizons and new vast land
Where she and I can walk hand in hand
Fear grips me all of sudden
She has cared for me even
I now offer her complete faith
Till I breathe last at the time of death
The spirit inside weakens me
Allows me to come out of cage and feel free
It is same place and shade underneath the tree
Where I had dreamed about her as honeybee
‘
How do I dare to tell about secret?
Life has only few moments to set
It may take few more years
No one may believe even my own ears
I shall still be high in sky
Twinkling as star but feeling very much shy
What did I give her in return to her for life support?
I have no answer for it or to report
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Think of you
I shall not think of you to miss
Till I finally bid you and wish
It will not be once, twice or thrice
It may remain till its demise
How I feel greatly at heart
I don’t know where from to think or start
I have not done it this before
I continue to think seriously therefore
What appeals me much about you?
What do I get message through?
Do your lovely eyes openly invite?
Arouse the passion and desire to ignite
I may never find answer again
That may not remain as worry or concern
How can I claim to dissociate or remain discern
When it comes to reality and favorable turn
It is not mere smile on your face
It seems beautiful mock trial or race
I run blindly to catch the glimpse
Will you call me an admirer or something else?
What a typical way to show the way?
Make to hold the breathe so no one goes away
It is rare shine in the in the form of ray
I am lost in race as answer may not be or may
What do the half opened lips suggest?
Do they indicate the direction of east or west?
East may suggest rising of bright day
West may suggest doom and push away
Hairs are like heavily charged clouds
Fall on chest to make it typical sound
Assuming shape of many beautiful figures
Safe passage with lovely words and assures
You search an answer from protected box
Your head is not like evil’s home or cunning fox
You may be waiting to reply in affirmative
Whole face appears to be shining and suggestive
You are totally unaware of happenings around
You present yourself as idol standing on ground
What to look and where to define
You are such a class and can be simply fine
I gaze at those black and brown eyes
I have no eagerness to know what and why’s
The answer is known in hidden expression
Yet I have to know its full confession
Simple cross reveal your faith in divinity
It is fine blend of super quality
It shows clear insight and full ability
To steer the course in hard difficulty
Your lovely teeth make it plain fact
You are expressive in your real act
You may come out with me in final show down
I may have all the treasure to be called of my own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sense of pride
One must feel contended
Even small things must be carefully attended
It gives sense of pride and honor
Even if things are in nature of major or minor
The self satisfaction is definitely a pleasure
Its depth and value can not be measured
It is to be taken as matter for no discussion
Everything is open and for self admission
Life is to be considered as not burning question
Though it holds the key for success and failures in relation
It is for us to go in for its correctness
To admit the lapses on part is really called greatness
We live in total uncertainty
There has to be clear demonstration of ability
You may demand respect only when you are successful
The chances are there to avail in abundance and plentiful
We should see the danger coming from any direction
If you are alert then it is good indication
It will save you from embarrassment
It will stave off the situation from critical moment
Although there not much to worry
Enough Care has to be taken for later not to feel sorry
Everybody will be careful and curious
It will be eagerly awaited making you very anxious
Not all will be lucky to have everything
There may be some shortage or lacking
One has to make bold move and strive very hard to attain
Still the anxiety and cause of worry may remain
It is openly admitted that life is full of struggle
There is no surety of life as it is called simple bubble
No one knows when it may be shortened or over
The life has to be struggled and lived however
When you are placed at the centre of the activity?
All eyes may be watching you for caliber and ability
Here comes time to enjoy the fruits of hard work
It may enlighten you to start new or embark
It is one’s own choice to choose the road
Till it is over it will be felt as difficult load
It may require tremendous efforts and zeal
The enjoyment may be very sweet and real
Any work done must be enjoyed with willingness
It should not be thrown away with tiredness
Once taken on hand then must be finished soon
You may have peace at mind like coolness of moon
It depends on human nature and behavior pattern
Not all may be enjoying in same way in turn
One must develop the quality to endure
Even small quantity can also make it sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A real poet and person
Sometimes person is credited with split personality
He is best known by his integrity and quality
Still at given point of time that rattles the theory
The reasons advanced are numerous and many
Poets are referred to as not real and imaginary
They are not down to earth and true visionary
It is claimed that they are living in dreamy land
Where ships sail without water on sand
The moon will have all the beautiful shapes
Stars may have all the shines under different names
The sky may house them in basket and present
As family of beautiful objects with shadow of crescent
The Poets have heart of living man and not that of goat
Even though referred to as but presents all with fine quote
The God has given him little insight to be romantic
He or she is full of universal love and not that of fanatic
Love may naturally flow through pen or brush
He may prove idealist for ideas to push
No need to hurry up for anything or rush
No standing army required fore rebellion to crush
Do they take all fancy to ordinary persons?
Do they pulsate anything for soil and true sons?
They do have all the feelings for fellow brethren
Most of the time is occupied with main concern
What do they have in their real life to present?
A duality or real face with all the illusions absent
Do they live normal man’s life or suffer under agony?
Do they starve in whole life for the want of money?
I have probed mind several times and have something to state
It may not have been designed for them to have such a fate
Though idealistic and visionary to have realized life very late
It is not as difficult as thought over to maintain the date
In real life they do have lot many concerns to deal
So many aggravated wounds to care for and heal
How can that be done without leading a life with fake seal?
To take part in real show with only aim to cheat and steal
Oh! Still a life to lead on with great motives
To concentrate on earthly things and be selective
No matter how it can be far from real and subjective
The zeal, thrust and provocation is proactive
Freedom of expression and basic rights are no issues
Independent thoughts and presentation of reasonable views
All that vindicates the stand even though called unrealistic
The private domain may remain exclusive and very basic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real
You sit in a garden
Locked away from the world
Find no reason to see your friends
Everything you need is here
But your eyes are open
Enough to see you said
All I read are memories
With a black line of love
You make me feel
Real
See the hand in front of your face
And see what is real and what is make believe
Would you run away to catch the ocean if it called you name ?
Everybody is looking for heaven on earth
And you believe to be bling
Your mind is the watchman at the gate
Faith is all you need
You make me feel
Real
Real
song performed by by Xymox
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Real
You sit in a garden
Locked away from the world
Find no reason to see your friends
Everything you need is here
But your eyes are open
Enough to see you said
All I read are memories
With a black line of love
You make me feel
Real
See the hand in front of your face
And see what is real and what is make believe
Would you run away to catch the ocean if it called you name ?
Everybody is looking for heaven on earth
And you believe to be bling
Your mind is the watchman at the gate
Faith is all you need
You make me feel
Real
Real
song performed by by Xymox
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Under The Influence
I don't listen to and care even
As you have pushed me and often driven,
Kept no words with full promise
I fear for life with early demise
Through out life I longed for those sweet words
Waited for them to fall like flowers on the roads
I grounded my ears to hear your mild foot steps
You made it like cat walk and as if to offer slap
Who made the cross road and why it is called?
Who raise the obstacles and why it is called wall?
Who pushed from the back and now can't be called as fall?
It is you who stood on the way and now blame on all
I shall listen to every thing from the grave
Raise my head silently and call self as brave
It is you to whom I devoted entire life
I dared not to wed you and made as wife
May be the situation at that time was different
From surface it did not look easy and apparent
But I did not create any noise or hue and cry
As I was very much down to earth and felt shy
You too remained adamant and under the influence
You tried to raise it but got no ample chance
We both failed to come at one point even at once
We never sought or lamented others absence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Now That Theres You
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Now that theres you
I can get up in the morning
Look down the lonesome road
Know that I have the strength to carry on
Now that theres you
Love abides in my soul
I have a purpose, I have a goal
I can reach out and touch the star
Yesterday it seemed so far
Now that theres you, oh you
No matter the trial
Ill get by coz I know theres an answer
Somewhere in your smile
Now that theres you
I can reach that mountain top
till I get there I wont stop
Ive a new sense of pride
It makes me do things I never tried
Now that theres you oh, you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Hey, you
Oh oh oh oh
I see all the colours the world was supposed to be
And now a robin sings and I know theres spring
Now that theres you
Every day I seem to find a new dimension of my mind
Im no longer a piece of clay
My heart has some buried lungs to say
Now that theres you, oh you
I can feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Thank you baby
I feel I am real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Im real Im real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
Im real Im real
At last I taste the honey
Im alive for the first time
And the sun shines over
Now that theres you
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Pablo Picasso cubism
Your soul
Is an invisible side of a cube,
Sensing the real touch
Of your body.
This side becomes
A form in my mind,
Gaining an ideal existence.
In this frame I keep
The essence of
This special thing
Called love.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Well in advance
The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it t once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome
Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?
Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined
No one may want to deliberate
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman
The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble
You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual
We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible
It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last
It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning
You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation
It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to others
They have their own life to look after and bother
So let us take it as challenge
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Paradise
Let me tell you this
Your love I can't resist
I just start to fantasize
Every time I look into your eyes
I want to laugh and talk
And say the words you long to hear
I want to fill you up with so much love
The real world will just disappear
Chorus: let me take you to a place I call paradise
Hold you in my arms every day and night
Tell you all the things that I really feel
Show you that my love is for real
Let me take you to paradise
Take you to paradise
Let me be your guide
On a magic carpet ride
To a place where love is pure
And our passions can endure
I want you to close your eyes and realize
A world for two
I want you to hear me whisper in your ear
I want to make love to you
Let me take you to a place I call paradise
Hold you in my arms every day and night
Tell you all the things that I really feel
Show you that my love is for real
Let me take you to paradise
Take you to paradise
Do you want to go?
Don't? you want to know?
About a real love
Give me just some time
You'll like what you find
I know
It's so plain to me
We were meant to be
I want to show you baby
We'll unlock all of life's Mysteries
And realize how great our love can really be
Let me take you to paradise
song performed by by Lionel Richie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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