When the wind of amnesia disperses smoke over the water
When the wall keeps on growing though songs were supposed to tear it down
When Pinocchio in the fire falls
Little Prince is long gone
And the tracks to Narnia disappear
Kiss me, just like the first time
Don't let the routine of lips' desire wreck us
Let's make love, like for the first time
Oh love, without betrayal, and jealous world
When with a wrinkle time often carves the face
When God ages out in us to trust him more often than not
When thoughtless rumble around us
Want to cover the lack of ideas
And money, trying to eat its own tail, scored colic
Kiss me…
Sip champagne naked
And nibble on strawberries right after
On the beach make love
Before stars' eyes
Have pillow fights
Always laugh way too loud
And drink two beers after we're done.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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