i've waited a hundred years, but i'd wait a million more for you
nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch
if i had only seen how you smile when you blush
or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
i would have known what i was living for

your love is my turning page, only the sweetest words remain
every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase
i surrender who i've been for who you are
nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
if i had only felt how it feels to be yours

finaste just nu. lyssna här. ciao.