Well of Love
Meeting you was such a relieve,
for secretly I gave up my believe.
That, for me, love could be there,
and I thought it was so unfair.
But when we met and tenderly kissed,
I new it was this I had missed.
I felt like laughing, I felt like crying,
I felt in your arms my anger was dying.
I was drinking out of the Well of Love,
and for that I thank the Gods above.
For even if our love goes bye,
For me, this memory will never die.
for secretly I gave up my believe.
That, for me, love could be there,
and I thought it was so unfair.
But when we met and tenderly kissed,
I new it was this I had missed.
I felt like laughing, I felt like crying,
I felt in your arms my anger was dying.
I was drinking out of the Well of Love,
and for that I thank the Gods above.
For even if our love goes bye,
For me, this memory will never die.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hans Kilian: | Woensdag, juni 16, 2004 11:07 |
| Spreek je moerstaal! | |
| Nicole: | Maandag, september 18, 2000 17:44 |
| Heel, heel cool. dat is het enige dat ik nu kan uitbrengen. x Col |
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| Auteur: betsy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: bevertje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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