Tired… is how I feel
Sick of wondering if true love is real
Done with wishing you are right here
You… who I don’t know
Who I’ve never seen , touched …
Never heard the warmth in your voice
You’re a picture , an almost fading portrait
You lie in my head
beneath dreams…
Behind hopes…
Could it be?
I wonder…
Could it be that you are another luscious dream of which my mind paints ,
To feed the endless hunger of my heart?
A question to an answer that hunts me always
If you are there … somewhere among the crowd
Open up your heart , for what its worth
You might be stabbed…hurt
And you will bleed
And so you’ll lock your door from the hand that holds the cure
But if its just… the life of where we are meant to be
I’ll break that door .. I’ll get through to you
See, when that enchanted moment arrives…
I’ll cherish you like no one can
I’ll blind my eyes .. for you will be the last sight of beauty my heart have touched
I’ll hold you close…I’ll never never ever set you free
So keep it up…your hope for love
For I’ve been told…it does exist!!!