Everything I do
Everything i have i give,
nothing left with me that've not given,
i am lost in the search of you.
Satto-voce i whispered your name.
From deep within your thought travails,
should there be need for sacrifice,
here my life is, take it.
I will sacrifice, i will give it all.
For In you i've known the pleasure of living,
if it is care, i care than i love mylife.
Everything of me is yours,
come, take me, do with me as you please.
Love is blind, they say,
but in loving you am not only blind,
i am deaf, blind, senseless and defenceless.
For the things i've known am ignorant of,
what else can i give?
What else do you need.
If after all this, there still no love,
what hope lie for me?
What pleasure have you in my pain?
For how long shall light and dark gather my days in woe from your love unreturned?
Here is my hand, will you take it?
Or will you leave me and walk away?
As i dance the misery tune of a rejected Love?
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