Thursday, August 03, 2006
When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's... checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
holding back more tears... my pillow I hold.
Ah! the songs you sing,
and the mystery you bring,
I adore everything,
for my soul has taken wing,
like the skylark in the spring.
Hear the agony of my heart
Longing for you and for your touch
Feeling your lips, feeling your face
Wanting your kisses and warm embrace.
When will the waiting ever be over?
Or must i wait for sweet November?
the origin.8/03/2006 02:31:00 PM