Zondag 10 april 2005

Remember.

Do you remember the touch of my hand,
on our journey to the promised land.

Although we never got asfar,
we stood still and kissed under many a star.

Do you remember the touch of my lips,
the swaying of our hips.

Do you remember still,the mating of our souls,
of which they say, it will last forever and a day.

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Zaterdag 9 april 2005

Promise

When spring is still a promise,
and trees are bare.

When morning light is like a tender kiss,
and o so very spare.

When edged on the window panes,beautiful white roses look at you with their frozen stare.

When your eyelids flutter in a steady rythm, your soul aloft to countries rare.

That's the moment my lovely, I want to take you in my tender care, and you, you are completely unaware.

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