Michael, Michael, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get Butterflies at just the mere thought of you, so if wewe looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... wewe look really good dressed in white, did wewe know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a juu hat... When I get nyumbani (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... wewe don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. wewe Rock My World. wewe Are My Life. wewe make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your moyo beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make wewe feel good.
My God, Michael... wewe mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get Butterflies and chills. wewe are the only man I want.
wewe are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge wewe to water fights and hide and seek games. I want wewe to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, wewe make me wanna sing! wewe make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! wewe are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. wewe are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and wewe can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have chakula fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the kitanda and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would upendo to just give wewe a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I upendo wewe so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in upendo with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never tarehe anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see wewe someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see wewe Michael...
Oh, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get Butterflies at just the mere thought of you, so if wewe looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... wewe look really good dressed in white, did wewe know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a juu hat... When I get nyumbani (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... wewe don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. wewe Rock My World. wewe Are My Life. wewe make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your moyo beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make wewe feel good.
My God, Michael... wewe mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get Butterflies and chills. wewe are the only man I want.
wewe are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge wewe to water fights and hide and seek games. I want wewe to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, wewe make me wanna sing! wewe make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! wewe are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. wewe are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and wewe can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have chakula fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the kitanda and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would upendo to just give wewe a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I upendo wewe so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in upendo with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never tarehe anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see wewe someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see wewe Michael...
Oh, Michael...
