Treasure Island

Steve Yeager

(Alabama)

Ever since I meet you


Ever since I meet you
You've been my only thought
Ever since I meet you
I've wanted to be more than friends

I can't take it any longer
Because my love for you is getting stronger
So I need to tell you
My feelings
I need to tell you
How much I love you
I need to show you
How much I love you

So step closer to me
and let me tell you how I feel

I looked at you
and drifted away into a dream
In my dream
You were standing in front of me
Holding my hands

Girl you
Complete the meaning of my life
You give my life meaning
Cause its useless with you

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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