Hanna Johnsson

måndag 7 februari 2011

Whit your beautiful eyes!

Whit your beautiful eyes,
I see the light as my blind eyes can not discern.
On your shoulders i carry heavy burdens,
that fit badly my lame feet.

On your wings,
I fly as a bird. It's your soul thats leads me to heaven.
You decide if I'm blushing or fading.
The sun will freeze, heated in the cold fog.

If you want something, I want the same.
The thoughts that you are also my,
and the words I get from your breath.

As the moon shines whit a glow like the sun by night,
lend, so I have not seen.
until i lit by you. You are my sunshine.

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