My heart is upside down,
the ground seems to scowl...
My heart dances when you lay with me in bed;
Resisting sleep, time will not devour us...
You love me plentiful, never deficient,
Bejeweling my heart with a crown...
My heart dances when you lay with me in bed;
Resisting sleep, time will not devour us...
My heart is upside down,
the ground seems to scowl...
Acid tear drops
trace the palm of my hand...
Don't ink the sun with your finger
hiding face of the moon returns...
"to be" is an irregular verb in all languages, but always regular is the verb "to love." |
Is the world suddenly intensely beautiful, or is it your hand holding mine that makes it so? -unknown |
Love is a wild territory where the ordinary ceases to exist. -unknown |