Love isn't just a letter
That with a trembling hand
You throw into the fireplace
To make the sufferings end.
Like a pile of dreams that won't come true
And some unspoken fears
It's cruel, but true -it's so much more
Than biting back the tears
It's more than choking on the pain
Letting out a muffled cry
It's like a waterfall of rain
A distant lullaby
It's like a blissful remedy
For the one who can't be healed
A song, a joke, a tragedy,
Of a mistery revealed.
It's more than heat of bodies
Consumed by flames of lust
It's more than words,
It's more than life,
It's deeper than the past.
It's choice is not to be controlled,
It's fate that throws the dice.
Love's more than anything you've felt...
Even... the prejudice.
Of what love is, and is not...
© Copyright: Янош Фальк, 2005
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