In the time forgotten days
Of the bleeding heart and soul
Never will someone touch my very own me
In my heart deep down below
The special glow you have
Of that gentle smell I taste
And every time I’ve talked to you
Every pain and sorrow was erased
I feel you’re presents near me
Even if you’re not here
And the wind is whispering you’re name
How I love you so my dear
The butterfly’s in the storm of my stomach
Never will give up the blistering cold they feel
And my mind and soul knowing
nobody will open my locked heart’s seal
For you are the one with the key
Who can break the ancient seal of my love
You the only one who can puzzle my heart
Where there is just only one made of…
black sun: | Maandag, december 29, 2003 21:24 |
schitterend! xxx Linda |
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meisjuh: | Zaterdag, december 27, 2003 00:11 |
mooi geschreven! liefs pricilla |
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Rimjam: | Vrijdag, december 26, 2003 22:38 |
Prachtig... dikke knuffel, Miriam |
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Benjamin de Rooy: | Vrijdag, december 26, 2003 21:16 |
erg mooi gedicht joh, de liefde maar ook de droevigheid is te proeven. in het kader van opbouwende kritiek: presents zijn kadotjes. Presence is aanwezigheid ;) |
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Auteur: The Slayer | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 26 december 2003 | ||
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