In This Corner Of My Mind

Thoughts, stories, and journals from the guy of roses and candle light (AKA the hopeless romantic)

Flying Without Wings

by Westlife

Well, for me it’s waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say, “I love you”
In any given time or place

These little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it’s like flying without wings
‘Cause you’re my special thing
I’m flying without wings