Love
I'm looking at the sky.
Looking at our star,
thinking about what we truely are.
Looking at the moon,
'Will I see you soon?'
Each night,
when I see our star,
I'm wondering,
'Are you looking too?'
Why do I even ask that question,
ofcourse you are.
I feel the connection.
The connection,
of our everlasting love.
It's our secret,
something only we know,
something what makes us different,
from the others.
I can reach your soul,
and you mine.
That's what they call,
LOVE,
my dear,
everlasting love.
Looking at our star,
thinking about what we truely are.
Looking at the moon,
'Will I see you soon?'
Each night,
when I see our star,
I'm wondering,
'Are you looking too?'
Why do I even ask that question,
ofcourse you are.
I feel the connection.
The connection,
of our everlasting love.
It's our secret,
something only we know,
something what makes us different,
from the others.
I can reach your soul,
and you mine.
That's what they call,
LOVE,
my dear,
everlasting love.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Abby: | Maandag, augustus 23, 2004 17:27 |
| Danku! :) | |
| Wicked Soul: | Zondag, augustus 22, 2004 20:12 |
| Ontzettend mooi gedicht. Vol liefde, heel teder. Prachtig geschreven. | |
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| Auteur: Abby | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 augustus 2004 | ||
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