Why must I feel this feeling of love,
what is this healing made of,
how can I see this feeling, while my body can't even feel a shove,
I know it is here stalking my heart,
I hear its beats in the dark,
when I shine a light in that spot, the white noise reveals nothing more but black art,
I seek a vision to show me where is love's key,
why does love taunt me in order to want me,
If we both want this, then let 's agree to let our love be free.
Compose a love with no border,
Change the sound in no order,
Living without you is a torture,
Haunt my soul and live in me,
Let us be, what we were meant to be,
Let us say our last plea for love.
© 2018 Along with the wind