* Love is Irrational |
He listens to my heart beating,
And his words are not,
like other words.
He takes me,
from under my arms
And sing me to sleep,
in a distant cloud.
To erase the black rain
in my eyes.
He carries me with him,
to an evening
of colourful sky,
whit an even more beautiful day.
And I am like a child
in his hands.
Like a feather carried
by the wind and
He gives me sun,
he gives me summer
and flocks of swallows.
He tells me that
I am his treasure
And that I am equal
to thousands of stars.
And that I am his treasure,
more beautiful than the sundown..
And his words are not,
Like other words.
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Har tappat orden..
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