samedi 28 juin 2014

Still Love you actually

For now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it's Ramadan - And at Ramadan you tell the truth ,  at Ramadan you act with honesty , you purify your soul , you reflect a good Muslim attitude : To me, he is  perfect - And my wasted heart will love him - Until the day my heart will stop beating . I love him and i can't imagine myself with anyone else .

May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
He may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
He may not be what he may seem
Inside her shell

Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
I'll take his laughter and his tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where he goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

He, oh he

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