Life it’s ransome, what just the love can ransome
Rescue from gloom, melancholic, monotomy
Love, what moves every rock what gets in his way
Just to be able to dream, to imagine.
Love, what require so much feelings, care, fantasy
Every litle breath we take, we take it from it.
Every hearth beat, beats for love and to be loved.
We hope, that we can see him again, feel it agaim.
Feel as the heart shouts, screems
Just a word what he whispered, from what the heart calmed.
2007-03-10
04:26:04
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