perjantai 6. tammikuuta 2017

January love carries with it

Like a flight of sand sometimes
love is often
I'm looking for the way to where
the human eye can not see
but the heart of the journey route
understand. I know how
bear the pain of love
on your lap, it does not enjoy
busy world villages.
My Paradise is always yours
a warm lap,
your affection for a moment a moment.
Adrift without anchor
where I with you
I do not get. secretly love
one carried the suitcase.
tightly closed bag sometimes
is on the road of destiny.
Strong burning love
the air again
pour forth when the bag he
may be open.