At the end of the day
all I need is to know
that there is a road,
which takes me back to You.
Back to my core,
to recharge my Soul
there is that road,
which starts and ends with You.
Beautiful is the woman
who is not afraid to cry,
who knows her most beautiful curve is a smile,
who doesn't let fear, the insecurity of the heart to crawl under her skin,
because she knows the beauty lies within.
Finally we will realize
We are as deeply afraid to live and love,
to be vulnerable with someone and completely open up
As deeply we are afraid to hide,
behind curtains, the walls of the heart
because we just miss out life....
Beautiful is the woman
with hundred shades of love
who offers you a face
for every phrase of life,
all the ups and downs of the heart
Who smiles with your tears
and cries with your fears
Who can be a friend, a wife
a call or a hug
whatever you need by your side ~
There is peace
in the rainfall
how those drops
are crashing against the shore
or in the silence
after the thunderstorm,
and there is peace
in your eyes,
when you hold me in your arms
it gives new perspective
to my Soul~
Beautiful is the woman
in the light
when there is nowhere to hide
and she stands proud
does not fear the sight
those imperfect curves,
the fading scars,
the most perfect map
painted by Life ~
Let me be your warmth,
a blanket for your broken heart.
Let me be your storm,
a gentle rain to clean your Soul,
a sweet rumble which makes you feel alive.
Let me be the chill,
quivering your lips.
Your one and only bliss...