Vision Of Love
Every time I pass her door I feel so strange and I feel so sure I feel the love and I feel the flame I feel the pain and I feel the cure But, where to go! A vision in my mind belongs to her A picture, a frame, or maybe more A figure floats like a feather in a beautiful scene A smile that captured my soul A hair of gold and a heart of diamond shines on and on I feel the magic and I smell the scent But, where to go! Every time I walk alone and every time I pass her door I pictured her at the door She is in--love but I'm not her knight She is the love I hope to find She is the one who made for me But, maybe in another life Still... Every time I walk alone or every time I pass her door A vision of love rolling on and on But, where to go!! Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 02:35 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Every time I pass her door..."