Que Tienes
Hacer.
So,
once again,
my
head is in the clouds.
A
light, a love, a call,
to
be the best of men,
a
man possessed,
but
not consumed of,
the
passionate fields of love.
Soul
flies free,
some
way off the earth.
A
hope, a clue, a chance,
to
fall in love and live,
a
man possessed,
fulfilled
by this fire,
the
desire to be held again.
Soft
and gentle,
I
see her eyes do shine.
A
look, a smile, a kiss,
to
drive me into heaven,
a
man possessed,
to
be loved by you,
the
angel of Spanish dreams.
Spoken
the words,
could
save my mortal soul.
A
pain, a doubt, a cure,
to
prove me once mentally sane,
a
man possessed,
but
not beyond hope,
to
have the joy you share.
Something
begins today,
and
you know, 'what you must do'.
A
note, a tone, a response,
to
bait the fire in me,
a
man possessed,
but
who's owned by you,
Senorita
who knows my worth.
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