What ails my heart
Your smile or Your love filled eyes?
Or is it your ignorance
Of the language of my eyes?
Your sight makes me smile
And pains my heart as well
I don't want to ail my heart again
Not again not the pain
But can’t help
I hate this helpless ness and love it as well
What frees my heart?
Your smile or Your love filled eyes?
Or is it your ignorance
Of the language of my eyes?
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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