Treasure Island

Cristina Teodor

(18.11.1973 / Romania)

Let Me In Your Heart To Love You

Life is an open highway,
And i was walking alone,
In the coldness of the world,
Trying to find my way and be strong.

I found on the way two beautiful brown eyes,
Shinning at me like stars in the darkness,
I am looking to your eyes amazed and charmed,
It's an incredible force connecting my eyes with yours.

Through your eyes i see your soul,
I feel the warmth the goodness you hold,
I see myself in your eyes, i can see the world,
It's like looking into the door of your open heart.

Let me be the sunshine to warm you,
Let me be your rain and catharsis,
Let me be your dream coming true,
Let me in your heart to love you.

Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012

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