mercredi 24 décembre 2008

Tic Tac

Tic tac, tic tac,
Time is slowly moving forward.
None can see what is waiting onward.

Always I think about you my dear.
The beat of my heart you might hear.

In this place as dark as ebon.
Perhaps you will be my boon.

Alone I walk like a ghost.
Looking for you, to be my host.

Will your presence be my relieve?
That is what I want to believe.

Full of light, you fill my heart.
Together we will walk on this earth.

Tic tac, tic tac,
Little by little time is moving on.
But to me it looks like an eon…

- Fred
Your little devil, but more importantly, your lover.

XXX

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