Don’t give diamonds or flowers,
Don’t give chocolates that I love so much,
Don’t even buy me that slinky dress,
Give me,
Give me a little of your precious time,
A loving glance, a joke, a laugh,
If you can manage maybe a walk down the park,
Even your angry words work like a balm,
I can’t really show them off, count the pieces as to what I have got,
Yet, this is what I ask of you,
A little of your precious time that is mine and mine alone,
Like that little fly who’s in love with the buffalo,
Following it everywhere, buzzing quietly, just happy to be near.
Don’t give chocolates that I love so much,
Don’t even buy me that slinky dress,
Give me,
Give me a little of your precious time,
A loving glance, a joke, a laugh,
If you can manage maybe a walk down the park,
Even your angry words work like a balm,
I can’t really show them off, count the pieces as to what I have got,
Yet, this is what I ask of you,
A little of your precious time that is mine and mine alone,
Like that little fly who’s in love with the buffalo,
Following it everywhere, buzzing quietly, just happy to be near.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
2 comments:
Nice one :)
WOW! Beautiful!!!
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