''LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART''

~{"Strolling"}~

~Sig by
SilverFox~

Expressions set in lyrics of a melody,
Inspiring arrangements heard repeatedly,
So captivating is the call for passion,
Pure and gentle, like a dove's formation.

Strolling down the path of a scenic road,
Feeling free, as if no care in the world,
Wishing the path would never end,
Down that country lane around the bend.

Days of old, some say is just the past,
But good old times should be kept to last.
Fleeing like a bird, with wings spread out wide,
Can prevent the good from vanishing with the tide.

Embracing life to its fullest magnitude,
Can be accomplished with solid dignity.
Knowing you are the master of your heart,
Shall reserve destiny as your sweetheart.

Let Me Call You Sweetheart, a tune of old,
Like the end of a rainbow with a pot of gold,
Are illusions of time too precious to liberate,
As freedom is an offering too great to incarcerate.

Yana Petkov
3rd July 2004

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