i have loved you
that's why your everyday word,
and every touch has become
my endless adventure
my forever challenge
my wonderful mountain
and my unreachable moon
oh how will i describe the tune
of the guitar that you pluck
and strum and fine wistle
in addition to the music
that you made in your
little creation-- the words
sounds creepy in my ears
but it never scares me
i want the feeling
of dying once and for all
under your love and word
without feeling danger.
No comments:
Post a Comment