You look to me like love forever. Too good to last, But too lovely not to try. Flowers often cry But too late to find, That their beauty has been lost, With their peace of mind. If I believe in love forever, I'd forget the past You're too lovely not to try. You look to me like misty roses Too soft to touch, But too lovely to leave alone.
Flowers often cry But too late to find, That their beauty has been lost, With their peace of mind.
If I believe in love forever, I'd forget the past You're too lovely not to try. Smokey day, hey. Weave the spell of evening, Into patterns of my life. Smokey day, hey. How her perfume still entrances.