Friday, November 23, 2007
On Hold.......{ONE}...maybe, one day:
I know of your love
I know its water pours on me
To feel its touch day after day
I have overcome tortures, to come to myself again
I've your longing anchored to mine
I've your yearning anchored to myself
Come, come nothing will restrain us
What can hold us back?
I make of you my essential.
You raise me high above the rest.
I make of you my essential.
You whom I love more than anyone
If you want find yourself.
If you want find yourself.
You know of my love
You know the words under my silence
Words that confess all, reveal.I have offered you beliefs
To explain their absence.
I've the future engraved in your hand
I've the future laid out as you write
Come, come, nothing will take us past
A sign that revives.
I make of you my essential.
You raise me high above the rest.
I make of you my essential.
You whom I'd love more than anyone
If you want find yourself.
If you want find yourself.
If you want find yourself...If you want find yourself...I'll make you my essential.
My essential.
If you want find yourself.
To whom you belong.
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2 comments:
There is a lot of nostalgia in sex, that´s why Aristotle said after sex all animals become sad.
Cheers!
You are welcome, B.
Thank You.
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