Book of love.
When i turned the pages,
when i was reading that book.
It cost me many ages,
why it is missing, what you took.
From up high mountains,
down bellow the sea.
Shooting with a gun,
or playing with the wii.
Real,
fake?
The real deal,
or Nessy of the lake.
But the book,
where i told of.
What she took,
when she went off?
She didn't brook the heart,
but the confidence in me.
All those questions from the start,
made me crazy.
But now i know,
a little more.
About what life can be,
for me.
I also see,
how it can be.
When i don't think,
of the past.
I close the book,
it's future is wher i look.
Believe i what you are,
even when the road is very far.
Still believe in coming ther,
because a life without confidence, is not fair.
And love, so strong as a mountain,
will rise by opening a new book again.
Give love,
be loved.
Cause when you shine,
you will be feeling fine.
Four hands, one stumick.
One skateboard, so many tricks.
One of many girls,
all diffrend pearls.
What will fit, at the end.
Sms, mail to send.
Some dates to go on,
And the start of the new book, has begon.
Have fun with reading...
-Stralende pijl, vanuit de buurt van Venetiƫ-