Monday, 14 April 2014

One begins to read between the pages of a book.....


Coming back to me
You came to stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you won't go away
But I know what it always has been
It always has been
Still I'll take a chance and see 
I found someone to love today 
There's a sorrow in his eyes 
Like the angel made of tin 
What will happen if I try 
To place another heart in him 
How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
 year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here....

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...