The Source Of Love


Your hand feels gentle,
You said so;
Tears come out,
Very quietly

Seashore in spring,
Your head on my knees and fell asleep;
Your hair, gently,
When I combed with my fingers

Suddenly, I felt like I understood everything;
All the pain in the heart goes home to the sky

On your cheek,
The drops of tears;
I told you it's spray from the sea,
I put my hands over your eyes to blind

Please be here with me, I am here with you







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