One day i'll be thinking
about the Tittanic sinking
Than i'll be the truest lover
for you close to discover.
Than run on air
with arms open
pedaling your litle
love boat rescurer.
Until i'll be in hope seizing
from your hand freezing
from the icebergs broken
a story of a hell spoken.
Only than, you'll find out
what's good, for your heart
if you've cared, from the start.
The bottom line, is dedicated
to the one, emancipated
That released the doves, in peace
than cought them, flying too east
Nov.30.2012
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