Some say it’s only dreams and fake
Sometime it’s terrible mistake
Some thinks it is so far away,
Some see it near everyday
Some looking hard to find their own
Some lost believe, their hearts like stone
Some thinks it is exciting sex
Whom I believe? Believe myself!
It;s always delicate and fine
It’s ephemeral and fragile
It silently sleeps in your heart
No life without that magic part.
Nothing can blow it away on the air
If you open your heart it;s there
Quiet, vulnerable, gentle – listen!
The Real Love can be a whisper…
The Real Love can be a whisper
© Copyright: Тадин, 2017
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