The special way you look at me,
That makes you know me thru and thru,
The special way you hold my hand,
Telling me deep, you understand,
The way you talk with our life planned,
So that we never leave this Land,
The Land that only you and I,
Can thus posses until we die,
For Loversland, belongs to those,
That Love has blessed, that’s how it goes.
Does not follow all the facts,Psychological normality,In most instances does lack.Dreamer,Never schemer,In Life’s inconsistent act,Chasing shadows, past and present,Knowing nothing’s here to last.Planner,Like the wind blowing thru willows,One day strong and one day not,Spirit up and spirit down,Tenderness that will not stop,Easily called, sentimental,Emotionality on top.Pinnacle, conclusion,As Free Spirit, most important,Feel intensely to all depth,So…
But all my life, was one big prisonWasting time, searching forAn illusory fantasy,Never really found, never really had.Loving you was a decision,Not made by foolish heartLove just happened for no reasonWith or without great wisdomBut if not corresponded,Can be the greatest painThe darkest prison,Any heart can ever have.
It has an air of hope,That sweetly fills the airThat takes away the scareOf being all alone,It is that sweet ‘Somewhere’Where maybe someone cares,And ‘Somehow’, when and whereYou will have found your home.
Your presence,Yet I see no face,Nor coming graceNor soul of lace,Yet, feelings raceAnd I think I know youFrom some distant place,Where Souls sometimes meetAs hearts beat, at a faster pace,Coming together,Even without ever,Being, face to face.
For with you, the World is ours,And with your love, my dearest love,I know we cannot fail.
A moment of joy,A ship leaving port.Will it return?Or just as a thought,A memory vague,That cannot be bought.
