Tueur de Blocks
Messages: 411
Inscription: 14 Mai 2006, 12:45
Localisation: far far away
Kiss while your lips are still red While he`s still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool Drown into eyes while they`re still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour`s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet`s hand, Every thawing heart plays your theme with care