Her starring eyes to the depth
The soft winter breeze through her hair
It makes me thinking very deeply
so it makes me very care
I don’t know if I like loving or if I hate it or not
Must the hunting be over
Could I’m letting fade it??
Please, help me, God!
Many different questions for a young growing man
like me
but I would really know it
to complete my family tree
To much money makes poor
But a kiss makes health
Tickles into the belly . . .
It could be Love you felt
Many different cultures
Only love could make them to one
And could even warm it up
By the sweet raises of the sun
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 09 januari 2007 | ||
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