Monday, December 24, 2007
Just AnotherJust like a whistle of the wind,
Just like the songs of the trees,
Your smile makes me want to cry,
Even if the heavens fall to fate.
Just like the snow of the first,
Just like the feel of your hand,
Your words make my day,
Even if the rain comes to play.
Just like the scent of your roses,
Just like the aroma all around you,
Your eyes make me drown,
Even till it turns my frown around.
Just like a drawing of a page,
Just like the way you look tonight,
Your hand will take mine,
Even if I find another divine.
Just like the taste of your kisses,
Just like the sweetness of your gestures,
Your lips will find mine,
Even if I still to my fate.