"I know what conscience is, to begin with. It is not what you told me it was. It is the divinest thing in us. Don't sneer at it, Harry, any more - at least not before me. I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous." Oscar Wilde (The Picture Of Dorian Gray)

16.1.09

Heaven help my heart ♥

If it were love, I would give that love every second I had.
And I do.
Did I know where he'd lead me to?
Did I plan
doing all of this for the love of a man?

Well, I let it happen anyhow
and what I'm feeling now,
has no easy explanation;
reason plays no part
..
Heaven help my heart;
I love him too much
.

What if he saw my whole existence,
Turning around a word, a smile, a touch?

One of these days, and it won't be long,
he'll know more about me
than he should
.
All my dreams will be understood
;
no surprise..
Nothing more to learn from the look in my eyes..

Don't you know that time is not my friend?
I'll fight it to the end
,
hoping to keep that best of moments,
when the passions start
.

Heaven help my heart
the day that I find
suddenly I've run out of secrets
;
suddenly I'm not always on his mind
..

Maybe it's best to love a stranger.
Well, that's what I've done;
- heaven help my heart..


Heaven help my heart
.

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