The mystery of love
I'll go on my knees in my sorrow,
I'll pray all the Heavens and cry
for you not to feel any horrors,
for you not to cry, not to die.
You'll enter the door of my sorrow
to raise me high up from my knees,
to save me, to love me, to please me.
Oh, wonderful life ! And it is.
01.08.2013
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