Postales

When you're around,
The time stands still.
And the lights shine brighter beyond.
The taste of a thousand kisses,
That still make me laugh and talk,
Nothing else nothing remains,
Just your laughter at the Bar,
Postcards, that keep coming endlessly.
Your scent, Sweet melody,
Still has a place,
Of the memory where everything,
Happens, once again,
Nothing else nothing remains.
Just your laughter at the Bar,
Postcards, that keep coming endlessly.