How does it matter the time we have left,
We'll have the chance to grow old together :
My tenderness will live in the deep of your eyes,
Your youth will live in the deep of my heart.
Like a prayer from childhood,
these words on your lips give me faith.
I can imagine us, your hand in mine,
our smallest smiles will mean I love you.
But one of us will leave first,
And close his eyes forever
With a final smile.
And the other, losing half his life,
Will remain in the night every day.
His heart of course will beat,
But for whom ? But why ?
Your step sounds, the door opens,
My heart beats faster and I find you again.
When our hands are holding I forget about everything else,
I feel like time itself has stopped.
But one of us will leave first,
And close his eyes forever
With a final smile.
One day one of us will be too tired,
And, almost happy, will leave first
And the other, without delay, will follow.
~ ~ ~
I can imagine us, your hand in mine,
our smallest smiles will mean I love you.
Virginia Pickens
Valeriu Raut
Péntek, 09/08/2019 - 10:53
Elk.