He could Beat the Drums of My Heart
He could Sing the Tunes of My Thoughts
He could enlighten the Charm of My Face
He could Fly the Kites of My Passions
He could Play the strings of My Nerves
He could Ring the Bells of My Soul
He could Climb the Heights of My Desires
He could colour the Moments of My Life
He could Sing the Tunes of My Thoughts
He could enlighten the Charm of My Face
He could Fly the Kites of My Passions
He could Play the strings of My Nerves
He could Ring the Bells of My Soul
He could Climb the Heights of My Desires
He could colour the Moments of My Life