Evo jedna prekrasna pjesmica... za sve zaljubljene, a posebno za one koji bi to zeljeli biti :o)
Zaljubljeni... držite ono što imate... jer je nešto najljepše što čovjek može imati... no i znajte kad morate pustiti i prepoznat da imate biljku mesožderku a ne ružu
A vi usamljeni koji mislite da nikad nikoga nećete imati... ili da vam nikad nitko neće trebat... da ste ispucali priliku... i sve ostale varijante usamljenosti... ugasite svjetla... zatvorite oči... i poslušajte pjesmu... i prepustite se životu :,o) *hug* svima... puno, puno vas lolim jer ste posebni :,o)
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far benaeth the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.
Post je objavljen 14.11.2005. u 23:37 sati.