Kavi Hendy
09-23-2008, 07:38 AM
Walking in the forest, I see birds and flowers who are singing to me. Peace is with me, dogs and tigers follow me silently with respect just because I wanted them to be free.
Then you were just here, waiting for me, with great smile and joy even if you were hurt hardly by life. I come at your feet and kiss your hand, then I get up looking at you silently, our eyes full with passion.
Violin comes and reigns so we must dance but it is our wish too. Dancing with you in listening this pleasant music. Do you hear the rain fallin' ? beside this lovely rain, we're just waltzing, yeah, waltzing and waltzing.
two hands could be far from them but two souls are always near them. Birds and flowers are singing our joy and dogs and tigers are celebrating it in running all around the forest.
Oh sorry, I forgot we are romantics. So our dance become sweet and calm, your head on my shoulders, your body in my arms but my hand in your hair. We stay like this, oh sweet flower of dream, will you kiss me ?
Eyes closed, you ask me to put my head on you, you who sat beside this tree. I did, and so, this time, it's your hand in my hair. What does the other hand ? lovely and tightly protected in my hands.
Unfortunately, you must go... But never forget this : in knowing I'll dance with you tomorow, goodbye is in fact an illusion which become a "Shall we dance, lady ?"
Today^^
Then you were just here, waiting for me, with great smile and joy even if you were hurt hardly by life. I come at your feet and kiss your hand, then I get up looking at you silently, our eyes full with passion.
Violin comes and reigns so we must dance but it is our wish too. Dancing with you in listening this pleasant music. Do you hear the rain fallin' ? beside this lovely rain, we're just waltzing, yeah, waltzing and waltzing.
two hands could be far from them but two souls are always near them. Birds and flowers are singing our joy and dogs and tigers are celebrating it in running all around the forest.
Oh sorry, I forgot we are romantics. So our dance become sweet and calm, your head on my shoulders, your body in my arms but my hand in your hair. We stay like this, oh sweet flower of dream, will you kiss me ?
Eyes closed, you ask me to put my head on you, you who sat beside this tree. I did, and so, this time, it's your hand in my hair. What does the other hand ? lovely and tightly protected in my hands.
Unfortunately, you must go... But never forget this : in knowing I'll dance with you tomorow, goodbye is in fact an illusion which become a "Shall we dance, lady ?"
Today^^