Words are dead as they are conveyed.....
They die in vain...if they're heard....
Or else........if they're felt.
Sound may be just a medium...
This fails with short distances....
My love has no near nor fears....
And what distance is a bound...
When u dwell in my heart...
My eyes vagabond....
Rove in search of u.....
And if I could have just one wish,
To start a day thinking.....
I can meet u...To make my day.
To talk, to walk, to laugh,
Knowing that I could never find this feeling
With anyone other than you.
