Dave BenOdafe


If You Were My Romeo


My heart ‘d race in fervent pace,
When your name I hear without your face,
Your words me they’ll brace,
When life’s battles I face,

Chills will sail up my spine,
Always for you I’ll pine,
My heart will be thine,
For your absence will made it die,

To you I’d surrender my soul,
In each other’s arms our time we’d plow,
Unknowingly this passion we’ll sow
Then it’ll decline to burn slow

If you were my Romeo,
I’ll sleep awake every night,
Wishing if you could be my knight,
So for you my troth I could plight,

We’ll sail away into the rays,
Love will make our ways,
Together we shall run away,
So they don’t keep us at bay,

If you were my Romeo,
I’ll come away with you,
Even to the ends of the earth,
B’cos this love comes but once,
Such that I have for thee.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 02, 2013

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