Love is hard, but I love you
And I know you feel it too
Like I know there's you and me
Sitting right next to the sea.
I hold you and you hold me
Waiting for a star to see
In the night when all began
Talking hard until the sun
Hits the sea with a great power
That grows up the first flower.
And that flower, it keeps growing,
Its petals are never falling
They will keep being the same
But they will not play any game.
Its story needs to be told
As the love will never grow old
They'll be that flower 'till the end
When the life will take a stand
And will finish this old book
Who will be able to look
Right upon the lucky star
That started this bizarre
Love that will always remain
On the left side of your vein.
YOU ARE READING
Something to believe in
PoetryYou can believe in music. Or love. Or magic. Or even destiny. You can also believe that poetry is an art that may not make you feel something special and will take your breath away, but it can easily concure with stories with more words than a poetr...
