Speak to me in poetry Maze me in rhyme Dance upon my senses Seduce me with your mind Clasp me up with rhythm Make love personified Accost me in poetry Wake me up inside
There used to be two moons, in my world called “love”. One was following us wherever we went, right above us, And the other was accompanying me, right next to me. I still love you and love our late night confabulations, But now, I love those late night confabulations with the moon. The moon tells me about the sun, And I tell the moon about you. Feeling happy, reminiscing those colloquy we used to have. Feeling sad with teary eyes to think about you as the one I cannot have.
Life is magical game. And in this game the firsts are never forgotten, First look, first smile, first sensation, First Love, first disappointmet, First tears, And most of all First heart break. It's such a pain, that makes you think everything is over. We can't recover again, we can't trust again, we can't fall in love again. Then suddenly, when we least expect it, a magical touch changes everything And then we can't run away for falling in love...