~ held ~

take me in your arms
don't let me go
watch the world go by
there's no one but you and I
tell me that you love me
even though I know

My idea of perfect
there could never be one like you
Angels sing when I think of you
Children play while I dream of you
A sun sets while I fantasize of you
Flowers bloom when I talk of you
Nothing more beautiful than to be 
	held by you

©1998 katrina kidwell johnson