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 .
"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
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