Carli Logan lips so tender:
Leans in wait for love to render;
When I think of her I think sunflowers:
She has sunshine written all over her,
But my pen has run dry;
All I can do is surrender
To her beauty, hold her in my arms
Till morning, when she will turn
Toward the sun
And see me no more.
Robert Hayes
Carli Logan lips so tender: Leans in wait for love to render; When I think of her I think sunflowers: She has sunshine written all over her, But my pen has run dry; All I can do is surrender To her beauty, hold her in my arms Till morning, when she will turn Toward the sun And see me no more.