Slowly, Slowly Our Love Grows

Slowly, slowly you move my way,
Slowly, slowly in the cold, cold day.
There is a time, here is a place,
Some call it passion, some call it a race.

The light is flashing, the sign shows green,
Because we´re happy it´s not a dream.
And slowly, slowly I turn your way,
Slowly, slowly there is something to say.

I look at you and you look at me,
This is what real love was meant to be.
So slowly, slowly the love grows,
Slowly, slowly from your heart it overflows.

I told you it could,
I knew that it would,
And slowly, slowly towards me you lean,
Slowly, slowly you´ve made me your queen.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre