I shouldn’t look at you the way I do,
with eyes filled with desire.
I shouldn’t send you flowers,
roses reflecting my feelings.
I shouldn’t dream of your skin
pressed against mine in passion.
I shouldn’t love you.
But I do.
I shouldn’t look at you the way I do,
with eyes filled with desire.
I shouldn’t send you flowers,
roses reflecting my feelings.
I shouldn’t dream of your skin
pressed against mine in passion.
I shouldn’t love you.
But I do.