Dear sweet boy
With your curly, blonde hair
You speak to me from the past
Music so clear and true
Backs your sultry voice
That so enraptures the words
Speaking of stairways and castles
You know how to make me dream
Make me wish I were your microphone
Make me desire 'what is and what should never be'
Because I love the you that lived when I did not
The you that was lost with the changing of the times
But I love you all the same
You - who takes me to a castle
And leads me up the stairway
And brings me to my room
And lays beside me until I fall asleep
Until my CD stops spinning
But I love you all the same

01/30/2000

Posted on 10/26/2004
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