vineri, 14 mai 2010



If a picture paints a thousand words

Then why can't I paint you?

The words will never show

The you I've come to know.

And if a face could launch a thousand ships

Then where am I to go?

There's no one home but you;

You're all that's left me too.

And when my love for life is running dry

You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time

I'd be with you tomorrow and today

beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving

spinning , spinning slowly down to die

I'd spend the end with you

And when the world was through

Then one by one the stars would all go out

Then you and I would simply fly away.