As I sit here with nothing to do,
by Toby Rocha
My mind keeps reflecting thoughts of you.
So warm and so tender, I know it will be,
When we're finally together, just you and me.
You and your heart, it's all that I need,
So this is the reason I'm planting a seed.
And what do I want to come of this seed,
A beautiful fruit from which we can feed.
The fruit which comes from the Heaven's above,
This fruit for us baby, our fruit is called Love!