Never think you are or will be...alone dear, Even if you may hear, If patiently read others too, You will get double joy through.It is my soul, That is always willingly makes call, With attachment so special, For our individual.
What we can't speak is internal feelings, Not for a child or any human being,
It shows how kind is your heart,That is unbearable to human art,
My cry, your rejoice... And our unspoken promises, With equal feelings, Instead of any bad dealing.
Such feeling is rare, And you always remain, As good human being, who eternally will catch up my breathing, and.. all, all my feeling.
What we can't speak is internal feelings, Not for a child or any human being,
It shows how kind is your heart,That is unbearable to human art,
My cry, your rejoice... And our unspoken promises, With equal feelings, Instead of any bad dealing.
Such feeling is rare, And you always remain, As good human being, who eternally will catch up my breathing, and.. all, all my feeling.