pearl777
Plovdiv, Plovdiv Bulgaria
Posted: Oct 2, 2007, 7:43 PM CST
My prayer, hear it, it's for you.
For you I’ll melt an ocean of ice.
Cold palms you reach out
and in them you gather my burning tears.
As a bird, wandering,
with the winds, the coldest,
my love again stops here
I have it me, I am the hot south.
My prayer, hear it, hear my call.
For real love I wonder if you're ready.
With burning eyes I look,
the bird wings you kindly warm.