Did you ever wonder why this ache is just there, and why it comes when you least expect it, you even know not were.
Did you ever ask yourself honesty if it is a true feeling not a thing blown with air,
If she love him, as he love her
For he truly can't stand facing life alone, without touching her hair,
Over and over we say in our minds, that we do not love them, we never ask why.
Then the torment of memories drifts into our heads, and that thing we call love, just comes right on in.
we've been there and done that and we'll do it again,
do you will be happy when it happens to walk in.
Do you really think that the torment of love is the ride of our lives, and the agony of the heart is our mission in life.
Do you really think that without these torments and missions we cross, one never knows when the heart will fall.
Do you really think that to love is to hurt, and to hurt is to heal., get up and rise is your goal now and here
No.. no my dear, love innocent from all this gear...
Each time I'm trying to picture how my lifetime passed so quickly, I'm scared,
Each time i notice a new fading flower in our garden, I'm scared,
even in my words, even in my songs, its always reflect pain and crying
Even when i was happy,
I'm frightened to miss the joy,
I'm beware of this deceived life,
I'm scared for this sweet tenderly laughter to become garden of blossom sorrow,
I'm afraid to get lost in the unknown,
I'm scared to be so cheap in your world,
I'm scared to lose my dreams,
I always feel that I'm alone, like a ship which never see the shore, just like nomadic without ports,
I paint a smile in my face while i feel like i carry all the world sorrow in my heart, like a beautiful song bleed bitterness,
Even in my torment, I'm afraid that you will give up on me,
Love makes miracles for loved ones and not for the circumstances surrounding them, Hope illuminates the darkness of despair with candles of the will that does not accept submission, Regret is scant price we pay it for that priceless things we lost as a result of our actions.
Honest love, river of longing flow so warm in veins, blindness in the eye of beholder, know no distance for it's not about being together forever but to remains in the deeps of our hearts eternally.
Love,
Hope,
Regret,
and longing
you are my magic my gift sent from god, who gave birth to that impossible hope of honest love when I do my best to never let you down with regret,
But how I miss being with you, how much i'm longing to touch your face, O... indescribable feelings, I failed to ink it in a paper.
