If music be the food of love, Sing on till I am fill'd with joy; For then my list'ning soul you move To pleasures that can never cloy. Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare That you are music ev'rywhere. Pleasures invade both eye and ear, So fierce the transports are, they wound, And all my senses feasted are, Tho' yet the treat is only sound, Sure I must perish by your charms, Unless you save me in your arms.
gibberth 11 months ago
I adore Booneys clarity ~ Glorious!!!
komodiakarma 2 years ago
Me too, she has a really wonderful voice =D
thebarroque 2 years ago
Pretty!
mradaChris 2 years ago 2