Year Of Love Poem by Michael Willson

Your face on the sky,
Air is nice like your beautifull touch.
I have full circle of love,
Who I’m ready to share with you.

My eyes on your face, Angel,
They stand behind the streets of forgot.
We are on way,
Yhe big hinghway of love.

Lisen, lisen,
This beautifull songs of birds,
Who will wakes us up, and tomorow.
Lisen they say, just keep going that way.

O yes, now I know,
You are everything that I’ve got, and
Air is warm like one your look.
O yes, on easy time line.

One more warm summer rain,
Won’t disturve us, memories are with us.

Moon is cleaning, he is now full,
Like the circle of my love.
She is sleeping but,
Warm of this our feelings is so strong.

We are sailling in love, and
Angels are playing with us.
Happynes follow out feets,
But untile when - Who can know that?

Night without dream, outum is quiet,
She’s still follow our way.
Air is strange, he’s not the same,
Tonight everything’s change.

Now I see, but I dont want,
Because I see tears in fire,
Tears in fire, who describe,
Exsist of hughe ways.

Ways, from which,
When we reise our look we, realise.
In this cold winter night,
Air is cold like some blue look.

Blue look, or somebody strange.
Love of the Angels play.
Love of the Angels play.