Good, Morning World..
On this day of days many moons ago the knot we tied..
To the mad photographer, I chose to spend my life
Those days were good, the young days of our lives
Without a care in the world, but much love within us
From day to day we strived to build our lives
From the little we had, but much love in our hearts
Life was good in the younger days of our days
They said it'll last not interfering in our lives our ways
But they knew not the love between us..
From day one as we set eyes, upon eyes
Across a crowded room, that was the start
That camera in my face every chance that he had
As if looking in the lens of his camera
He could see what was in my mind, I sighed
My eyes would follow him each move he made each photo he took
The butterflies in my stomach, with each appearance he made
Here comes the mad photographer, said those of my friends.
Loaded with cameras hanging from his neck..such a sight to see
Then the clicking would start without, he taking a breath
Self-consciously I'd feel, propping me on that staircase
An ambiguous smile I'd give standing there, thinking
Thinking was he mad..
Hiding, from him at times
Could face not another session, posing for photograph taking
Whilst others saying here comes bleeding love
Behind the barrels I'd hide where we met at Madeira's..wine lodge
Now and then he'd come back, that dreaded camera in my face
And it'll start all over again, clicking away every angle
All those moons ago, nothing changes no way
He still has that camera in my face clicking away
Please go away and take that camera with you
For I look not the way I used to do
Laughingly saying you are by far,
Still that young girl I met in that distant Island
Like a flower elusively, alluringingly in that island in the sun
Where the wine flows, my eyes were drinking you
As he props me yet again on the staircase
Photographing me all over again
What's a girl to do!
Happy Anniversary Boy!
On this day of days many moons ago the knot we tied..
To the mad photographer, I chose to spend my life
Those days were good, the young days of our lives
Without a care in the world, but much love within us
From day to day we strived to build our lives
From the little we had, but much love in our hearts
Life was good in the younger days of our days
They said it'll last not interfering in our lives our ways
But they knew not the love between us..
From day one as we set eyes, upon eyes
Across a crowded room, that was the start
That camera in my face every chance that he had
As if looking in the lens of his camera
He could see what was in my mind, I sighed
My eyes would follow him each move he made each photo he took
The butterflies in my stomach, with each appearance he made
Here comes the mad photographer, said those of my friends.
Loaded with cameras hanging from his neck..such a sight to see
Then the clicking would start without, he taking a breath
Self-consciously I'd feel, propping me on that staircase
An ambiguous smile I'd give standing there, thinking
Thinking was he mad..
Hiding, from him at times
Could face not another session, posing for photograph taking
Whilst others saying here comes bleeding love
Behind the barrels I'd hide where we met at Madeira's..wine lodge
Now and then he'd come back, that dreaded camera in my face
And it'll start all over again, clicking away every angle
All those moons ago, nothing changes no way
He still has that camera in my face clicking away
Please go away and take that camera with you
For I look not the way I used to do
Laughingly saying you are by far,
Still that young girl I met in that distant Island
Like a flower elusively, alluringingly in that island in the sun
Where the wine flows, my eyes were drinking you
As he props me yet again on the staircase
Photographing me all over again
What's a girl to do!
Happy Anniversary Boy!
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