My new tomorrow Love,
You speak to me
With tongue and soul
As gifted as my own...
Oh, sensual lips that speak
Important words,
Now tell me where to go,
Where I belong?...
Perhaps these are your hands
Where I should lie,
In your sophisticated thougths
I should abide,
For I see wings
That leave the wind behind,
So take me to your
Privat inner sky!
It's sometimes cold
And lonely there up high,
As you are higher
Then the most alive,
I'll take your heart
In warm and tender hand,
I'm your tomorrow love
And happyend.
Taina Jing 11.04.17
My new tomorrow Love
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