"The secret of your beauty
And the mystery of your soul
I've been searching for in everyone I meet
And the times I've been mistaken
It's impossible to say
And the grass is growing
Underneath our feet"
So many interpretations. So many thoughts. So many hopes for what could be. There may be distance and challenges that stand between, but none insurmountable.The infinite loneliness one must be burdened with in the interim is a small price to pay - or ist it?
Eyes are closed thoughts on overdrive, dreams begin. Will I wake?