SWEET INTOXICATION COMPLETE WITH A CELLO.
I would marry you every day that I live Every day to drain that sweet intoxicating nectar from your eyes From your mouth. Your brown skin shimmer with the nectar, your nectar My fingers tickle the bow strings of my Cello Dvorak appears but its Schubert’s Serenade I hear. Emotions taze me, taze me and I can’t die, love does not die it seeps into my pores And make me cry. How simple it is to love. Schubert’s Serenade…