From the Pocket of a Dream
The only one that could ever read the most hidden pages of my impatient heart;
who is able to create the sunshine out of the ugly greyness
and you, who can always turn my darkness into the red world of roses;
who is the love I thought was lost,
playing the symphony of gorgeous words I always thirsted within my old deaf world of the past.
I gave my heart ages ago, way before I met you. Before we were born you were a part of this strange fantasy.
You should know:
even though I gave away some parts my soul, this love had always been saved. It waited in the silence of the hopeless dreams.
The love I am giving to you was never ever touched.
© Eclipse 2011