do I love thee ?
-------------------------------------------
I keep telling the wonder tells of thee
or I tell it the wonders of me ?
the tells of love devotion and intimacy
the same story in different ages and places
and the same wanderings eyes in different faces
and they always leave half dreaming broking hearted
an illusion makes a gleams of hopes and reverie
feds with half truths half lies
so when it faced the bold sun it slowly melts
appearing the shape of what it really been build
do I still wait for thee ?
or I just enjoy that looks of envy
(O do you really love her that much ?)
(O what lucky girl !)
they don't love me
they love my love to thee
do I love thee ?
I donot, I do ,may be
did for thee I still wait ?
or I'm just afraid
|