Es tut mir leit, wir müssen immer denken ever after all we think It never gets old, but we do, think we find. we do. All our thoughts pass on, once more to be discoveries imbued with subtle joy. A smile, after a while.
How does it feel when you become one? When lives intertwine and you don’t know where one ends and the other begins When you give yourself fully to the one you love Everything in the open She trusts you and you trust her with your heart with everything How does it feel?
