Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


Reborn


It's so true,
You have opened,
A whole new Vision,
For my tired eyes,
And my lonely heart,
You have crystallized,
A World far beyond this world,
Where Lovers roam,
You have set the tone,
To never want to die
So I never leave you alone,
And then, of happiness, I cry,
Hoping to be able,
To take you with me,
To my personal, Sky,
Hoping that Love's Eternal,
Not mortal, like you and I.

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 02, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (11/6/2013 2:57:00 AM)

    'Hoping that Love's Eternal,
    Not mortal, like you and I.'
    This hope is mine too.
    May you roam for ever, with your lover, in your personal sky! (Report) Reply

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