Frank SinatraWait Till You See Her

Wait till you see her See how he looks Wait till you hear her laugh. Painters of paintings Writers of books Never could tell the half. Wait till you fill The warmth from his glance, Pensive and sweet and wise. All of it lovely All of it trilling I'll never be willing to free her. When you see her You won't believe your eyes You won't believe your eyes © 2017