Many Years
Many years had passed by and of you I thought,
Many enemies had stood before me, and I fought
Not only risks but many chances too
I admit in front of them but not in front of you.
The crisis is coming and you cannot see
What is happening when you’re close to me.
Try to open everyone’s hearts and eyes,
But never try to separate these ties.
I do not need this worthless, empty world,
But I’ll miss the river and its entire image...
Maybe you could explain what wrong is told,
And I shall have strength and much more courage.
It’s 7:04 (seven o four) and the rain has stopped,
It’s more than a night that is robbed
I have given all my last days to hear
Just one word from you, and I do not fear.
These thoughts are more obvious than realistic.
They lead me to another gift of yours
That voice of your is more gentle than mystic,
Through my mind over and over again is us.
From where I have all these doubts?
His true name I know and I love him more,
But what love means to him it’s not sure,
And still why so many doubts?
And maybe together our souls to be forever
But not in these last days and ever.
Forever will keep my life with reasons alive
Until we’ll be us in that real day, alive.
...I am empty, I am lost, unhealthy,
But never gave in to hell my soul again,
You are here, you are mine and worthy,
And I’m waiting for this love to drain.
Copyright © Ana-Maria Bituna | Year Posted 2011
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