No promises for the moon,
No red roses hidden in old books,
No lipstick marks on used tissue paper,
All she ever asked,
Was a smile,
A certain look in eyes,
A little help with the stairs,
A small gesture,
Which felt,
Just enough!
No red roses hidden in old books,
No lipstick marks on used tissue paper,
All she ever asked,
Was a smile,
A certain look in eyes,
A little help with the stairs,
A small gesture,
Which felt,
Just enough!