All and every beam of light,
Caressing thoughts of loneliness,
Hath kindled dreams of pure delight;
Thy sky-blue eyes and lovely tress….
Until we meet I fear those dreams
Ne'er shall become fulfilled;
Gaily thoughts thou they may seem
Beyond the truth all life is killed…
And all I ask is one embrace
But I well know that’s out of reach
Yearn or not to see your face
To let it go you'll never teach me…
Post je objavljen 04.06.2005. u 17:18 sati.