When love becomes an obsession. |
| Dissolved Leaves on trees Inside the breeze Echo your voice To my despair I move my hand To touch your face To make believe You’re really there My heart beats Ask my emotions If I am dreaming But not aware Among the flowers I try to find you But your scent, only Fills up the air I am the traveler In your kingdom I am your subject Anywhere You own my senses And my emotions You are my book On which I swear I am the sailor In your ocean Take me, drown me Just keep me there Dissolved in you I’m hurt, and burning But won’t complain Or, even dare |