Your eyes
It was,
the first time I saw you cry.
You looked at me so desperate.
It were,
your eyes which couldn't lie.
They showed me that you were afraid.
That picture of you,
engraved in my memory,
is still going through,
and runs after me.
But it has made me realise,
that you gave me your clue.
So I will look into your eyes,
and see the depth inside of you.
the first time I saw you cry.
You looked at me so desperate.
It were,
your eyes which couldn't lie.
They showed me that you were afraid.
That picture of you,
engraved in my memory,
is still going through,
and runs after me.
But it has made me realise,
that you gave me your clue.
So I will look into your eyes,
and see the depth inside of you.
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| Regina: | Woensdag, september 12, 2001 22:33 |
| Hm, lieve Roppie als je dit leest, dit is dus speciaal voor jou he! Maar dat wist je al... veel liefs.. | |
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| Auteur: Regina | 
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