You
There is a place in my heart,
and deep in it burns a fire
I know that it can't be extinguished
cause the very source of it is you.
you with you're smile,
it always makes me laugh.
you with you're tickling
I can never resist it
you
yes it was you,
the person who I love most
some day I met you
but I hope never to leave you,
cause then
and only then
that magnificent fire in my heart
will fade away
and my skin will become cold,
people will think I'm dead
my spirit will be inside,
trapped in a cage of misery
all of this may be true
but the only thing I really want to say is:
I love you.
and deep in it burns a fire
I know that it can't be extinguished
cause the very source of it is you.
you with you're smile,
it always makes me laugh.
you with you're tickling
I can never resist it
you
yes it was you,
the person who I love most
some day I met you
but I hope never to leave you,
cause then
and only then
that magnificent fire in my heart
will fade away
and my skin will become cold,
people will think I'm dead
my spirit will be inside,
trapped in a cage of misery
all of this may be true
but the only thing I really want to say is:
I love you.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MayadeBij: | Dinsdag, oktober 07, 2003 02:13 |
| Heerlijk dat overdrijven (my skin will become old, and people will think I'm dead) Makes me smile! =:)}}) | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Pieter Buts | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 oktober 2003 | ||
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