She asked me to write her a letter, maybe by this she'll know me better. But the point is, that I always miss, her name, her face and every place we've been there together. It's strange, how we started this? How two free souls become tied together?
She asked me to write her a letter, maybe by this I'll remember her better. But the point is, that I'll never forget anything about her...never. She's always there with me... forever.
The way she makes me feel,
To feel again the beats; to feel the love so real.
The way she looks at me,
Her marble heart fails to sail,
Always stands on a lonely ground.
It cannot receive my eyes' mail;
All its beats have a muffled sound.
A black round table, with glass in the middle.
He used it to eat or write or even to solve a riddle.
A five-year boy, so young and happy inside.
A very beautiful lady, sitting by his side.
Me and you, hand in hand,
Walking together in the morning dew.
Two love birds in a peaceful land,
I whispered softly: 'I love you.'