Thursday, October 14, 2010

It must be love

It must be love
I don't know what else to call it

this soft tremble on my mouth
when I whisper your name to the wind

this stubborn heart
that keeps losing its pace
at the sound of your voice,
oh it must be love

that soft pain
every time we part
that grows so deeply
like the thorn of the Rose...

that easy abandon
when I drink 
the words from your lips
like the morning dew,

that secret lake in the depths of my soul
reflecting your light, 
reflecting your colors...

I don't know what else to call it
Oh, I am lost--
It must be love... 

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