I want to hold his hand
and feel the warmth of his love...
After all have gone
Beneath the wooden staircase...
We would like to dedicate this poem to the two...
Im falling once more
Into something deeper this time...
Tears are flowing down my cheeks,
And I don't know why...
Another year has passed me by
Dusk and dawn look just the same...
Time To Fly...
Always living on the razors edge
Pushing everything to the extreme...
Years ago she caught my eye
I tried to hide my glance...
When my hands are around your hips
Next we always touch lips...
When silence is in the air, the imagination runs...
Sometimes of adventures, sometimes things mild...
You might be leaving,
It's something I can't handle...