A star with fine light.
Soft as a morning rose petal,
Marie's presence is warm.
Her eyes, deep and mysterious,
Hold stories.
Marie, a name in the air,
A beauty beyond compare.
In the quiet of twilight's embrace,
Where the sky meets the sea's vast grace,
A room aglow with the moon's soft light,
Whispers of peace through the night
In the quiet of twilight's embrace,
Where the sky meets the sea's vast grace,
A room aglow with the moon's soft light,
Whispers of peace through the night
Not of the ordinary, but of a gale,
That swept through hearts with such sweet grace,
A name, a force, a cherished space.
Marie, you dance in every line,
A melody, a sign, a divine,
Your name, a poem, in itself stands,
A beacon of love, from far-off lands.
Not of the ordinary, but of a gale,
That swept through hearts with such sweet grace,
A name, a force, a cherished space.
Marie, you dance in every line,
A melody, a sign, a divine,
Your name, a poem, in itself stands,
A beacon of love, from far-off lands.
Can I cherish you? Can I adore you? Can I kiss you just because I want to? Can I hold you tight when the winter chill sets in, warming our souls together? Can I slip my cold hands into your pockets and steal your warmth?
Can I cherish you? Can I adore you? Can I kiss you just because I want to? Can I hold you tight when the winter chill sets in, warming our souls together? Can I slip my cold hands into your pockets and steal your warmth?