All day I have been written,
Now I am tired.
I recall my memories: ' When I will see you? '
But there is only the evergreen tree rustling in the rain.
The apartment is very quiet,
The sunshine in on my poems,
The Orchid flowers and the Tulips just on the table,
But you do not exist.
Suddenly I am lonely:
Where and when I can see you?
I go about wandering.
Then I see you,
Standing under the Christmas tree of the blue lights,
With the bright smile and your dozen roses on your arm.
You are cool, like silver,
And you smile.
I think the Sunshine brighten you smile and behold me so warm.
You tell me nothing but in your eyes appear the warm heart
And your mind almost burns beneath the blue skies
And I long remember all about us of my feeling lost
To see you have another girl in your arm
Made me want to crier and not want to see you again
Even a second in my love life
That make me become colder heart than ever.
Saturday, September 16, 2006