#330-Gently
Then I met you…
A feather.
A mirror.
Perfectly impossible.
Light,
Fragile,
Hard to feel,
Or know.
My road.
Hold her between your fingers.
Caress your face with her.
She tickles.
Isn’t that what you want,
Love?
Then I met you…
A feather.
A mirror.
Perfectly impossible.
Light,
Fragile,
Hard to feel,
Or know.
My road.
Hold her between your fingers.
Caress your face with her.
She tickles.
Isn’t that what you want,
Love?