To my sweet Bonaventure;
When l look at the sun
Or the moon,
And listen to the birds
In the air,
I can't help but l think of you
How you light up the dark
And the day,
How even the smell of you
Makes flowers bloom.
From Mrs Bonaventure.
To my sweet Bonaventure;
When l look at the sun
Or the moon,
And listen to the birds
In the air,
I can't help but l think of you
How you light up the dark
And the day,
How even the smell of you
Makes flowers bloom.
From Mrs Bonaventure.