Was this story's autumn start?
Was this feeling, burned my heart?
Was this dream, that came tonight?
Was this love, or was this fight?
Our kiss that magic day,
Our games, we liked to play,
Our cost, we had to pay...
Yes, we liked it anyway.
Only you to hold my hand,
Only you I'd like defend,
Only you, till lives will end...
I thought, you will understand.
You need contact, I need more,
Cause I really you adore.
My head's like a painful bore,
I can't live like this before.
If you'll want to dance with me,
You'd say, or I shall not see.
Question "be or not to be"
Will stay your's, so I am free.
No more truly magic times...
No more fire in my eyes...
No more unsuccessful tries...
I love you, but feeling dies...
No more eclipse of the heart!
No more thoughts, that hurt so hard!
No more words, I want to say!
We could be happy, anyway...
This Story
© Copyright: Алессандро Дел Руно, 2011
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