Hours Pass By

I think of u in my arms

And what it would be like 2 Make Love

I think of u raising my SEED

And what they'd be made of

I think of how alone I was

Before u came 2 be

I think of the joy I felt

when u said u thought of me

I'm proud to be the heart u

choose 2 make a friend

Hours pass by and Cupid cries

until we meet again