I’m like a mill, She’s like the wind. I cannot live without Her breath.
I’m like a lake, She’s like the rain. I cannot be without Her tears.
She’s making me believe.
I’m like a flame, She’s like the shame. I can’t touch Her, ’cause She could burn.
I’m like a night, She’s like the day. We cannot meet. We have our turns…
But She’s making me believe. She’s still…
You coldnu’t pay me to ignore these posts!