With every word
You give away
A piece of your heart
Precious than
Anything created
By mankind
Your lips give away
Your inner feelings
Genuine and pristine
This empty heart
Went looking for love
Never sure
Of finding the treasure
But your words
Fill every coffer of my heart
You trusted the wanderer
Saw through disheveled looks
Your hands in mine
The first precious words
Conveyed the innermost feelings
Wanderer felt tired
And wanted this to be his resting place
Now, and after this life
Forever
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
With every word
You give away
A piece of your heart
Precious than
Anything created
By mankind
Your lips give away
Your inner feelings
Genuine and pristine
This empty heart
Went looking for love
Never sure
Of finding the treasure
But your words
Fill every coffer of my heart
You trusted the wanderer
Saw through disheveled looks
Your hands in mine
The first precious words
Conveyed the innermost feelings
Wanderer felt tired
And wanted this to be his resting place
Now, and after this life
Forever
