Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Oh Mi Amore


From here to Madrid and back again,
the words spoken were in the wind.

The reflection a story tells, of love as beautiful
as the flight of the nighten gales.

I am begging on my knees, hold my hand
and let's be free, to feel the love of hearts
beat.

You were meant to be here with me,
to love and set our souls free.

Oh mi amor, oh mi amor, aferrar a mí.

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