Gardenia


I'll never know the way you really feel
I'll never feel the curves of your pink lips
I'll never know what you sincerely think of me
I'll never feel your pale arms around me
I'll never know what we could have been
I'll never feel the softness of your tender touch
So without a word, I'll leave white gardenias at your door.
You'll never know how dearly I love you
You'll never feel my passion pressed against you
You'll never know my wildest dreams
You'll never feel the warmth hidden in my cold smile
You'll never know how happy I could've made you
You'll never feel my true and honest affections
So without a word, you'll find gardenias at your door.
We'll never know the utter bliss provided by angels
We'll never feel our gentle fingers entwine
We'll never know sweet joy of matrimony
We'll never feel our swift heartbeats harmonise
We'll never know the light of highest heavens
We'll never feel our bodies become one in the dark hours of night
So without a word, we'll talk by the gardenias at your door.
They'll never know our dearest intentions
They'll never feel the sparks we created in silence
They'll never know the exact depth of our connected souls
They'll never feel the growing flames in our eyes
So without a word, they'll judge the white gardenias at your door

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