Nog een van my bittermin engelse nommertjies.....read em and weep
I sit in the corner watching the clocks at night, trying to connect the dots but all I can see is the past running like a rabbit in the spotlight.
If I were Tarzan, would you be Jane, if I were John would you be Yoko if I were the sky would you be the swallow.
The clouds today remind me of your face, your beauty and your grace, if today I would walk a thousand miles, would you meet me halfway?
Join me now, supper for two, somewhere on the moon if I knew from here, where to it would be soon, meet me halfway.
Rose soft lips, honey sweet smell, angelic touch today......like so many days before I miss you too much.