The Weakness of Love
As out the window I saw him, and without asking permission
I fell in love with him,
The butterflies of my heart fluttered,
My conscious disappeared in the deep shadows of his mystery
My heart melted on the flames of lust with blowing winds of fears
My soul filled with so much darkness so much cold,
I became a wayfarer wandering the lands,
Tracing the crumbs of his existing
|