Will You still want to conquer me when I’ll age and become a pale copy of myself? Will You still wait for me and hope I’ll be on the next train? Will You still bring me wild flowers every morning and tell me without you life is vain? Will You still long for me each night when I am gone? Will You welcome me with your amourous embrace and Your very warm and passionate kisses? Will You still make love to me as if it was the very first time? Will You still pray as if You were the young convert to this religion that only Your lust and love for me created.
How about you? You asked while watching the sunset.
So I sat, closed my eyes and tried to imagine the world without You. Then I open them as fast as I could cause the world seemed to fade away without You in my life. Posted by Picasa