The Soul of This Unordinary Man
The more you touch the soul
of this unordinary man,
still untouched by love,
the sooner I feel confident
to meet the shining eyes
of an uncommon,trustworthy friend;
and the more you give of yourself,
the quicker I'm motived by kindness
and willing to share those intimate moments
when a rainbow promises no rain...
Live inside my bloodstream,
to reach your way to a delightful dream;
touch me with confidence,I'll be
as gentle as the spring' breeze:
to strip our sad souls of all unneeded lies,
and love each other in this earthly Paradise!
The more you touch the soul
of this unordinary man,
the sooner I see a sky without clouds;
not relying on hopes and promises,
but to have the inner courage
to be in the middle of the stage...
where many are afraid to stand
and reveal everything to the silent world!
Let's bond our destinies,
and live a life without bounderies;
we trusted fate to show us
an easier way out :
with no worries,heartbreaks or tears,
but we've finally found out
that we must learn to please,
and be satisfied with little joys!
The more you touch the soul,
of this unordinary man,
the faster I become whole;
I sought worthless fortunes
in the mist of aloness...
what would I have gained,
if I had blindly followed
the shadow of my own sadness?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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