In the way you
like
I'll loose my
hair,
Inter the color
you prefer,
And wear your
passion
In the way you
like
I'll cook the
hen, spaghetti
And won't forget
the birds food.
In the way I like
I'll introduce
you to my friends
(the giant pine
tree, the squirrels,
The raspberry,
the poplars,
The sycamore,
And the deer's
which I do not
see much)
In the way I like
I'll adjust the
camera,
seal you in the
shots
- Standing..
Setting..
Laying on the
grass-
And unleash your
soul
To fly over the
trees
And land on my
hair
At this moment
I'll say an angel
had land on my
soul
and gently hold
you
In a way that
won't hurt your wings
And I'll cry in
the way I like
repeating:
when love over
flow the pane
my words sink.
