The life is empty without...
The life is barely breathing with...
The life is all I'm giving to...
That can hardly be about...You...
The life could be...
The heart could become...
The soul like a dying rose...
That all could be...Yours...
If I only knew...
If I imagined just once...
If I was not so far...
I would find out...Who you are...
And if I open the door...
Or suddenly run in...
And if I catch a view...
I will come up...To you...And ask:"Who are you?"
25.09.2011
3:11