網誌
2009年6月9日 上午10點30分39秒my love ... you scream ...
my hands joined together
my love.
Today my thoughts before they go to someone else.
to God, perhaps. not for you.
so beautiful is your hair thread
remained in the litter last night
that orchids are ashamed to flourish.
Why everything always
to you Fri
sensual flower of my soul lost?
My flower spring
you do not see the tribulation God asks me to live one day?
if he is old and poor --
you why you always come, why do your hands together
and no friends not there to see me?
Here I knelt my love
Why the window through which you saw
there was a sudden bits?
Do as I can show others
that indeed I loved
I like hands joined together
and that were born in a manger with hay you
beautiful beautiful world
and God asks me to live one day?