When it comes to you
I'll be your sword...
I'm sitting here
thinking of only...
Don't expect me to change from one day to another
it's not possible...
Yes,sweetheart I know
that I've failed many times...
Perhaps it was the way your words
nuzzled themselves...
=
Somehow we were on fire...
A kiss blown is a kiss wasted,
The only true kiss is a kiss tasted...
With Patience I Will Find Love
Sitting around collecting my thoughts...
Even when you belonged to him
I secretly wanted you...
Somehow I wish for you to meet me
in all the places I visit unplanned...
The more I love you
The more this burn...
Love is distance
and distance is pain...