Kiss my hand and tell me 'I am yours.'
Caress my skin and whisper 'Ich leibe dich'
She opened all of my locked doors,
She knows this, but I have to keep saying it, 'Du hast mich'
Don't runaway,
Don't let your feeble heart give way.
Don't listen to what they say,
Just hold me in your arms until the sunrise brings with it a new day.
All this craving,
All this waiting.
'For what?' they ask.
Well simply the day where it shall no longer be considered 'mis-behaving,'
The day when I can wake up next to her without that sense of hope fading.
"They'll never know where we've gone,"
She tells me.
So as the days pass the hours seem just as long.
And no matter how hard I try,
I now know I can no longer fight.
I can cry, and I can die, but with love's winged song shall I ever fly
 Alucarda Incarnate · Fri May 12, 2006 @ 06:01am · 1 Comments |
