Perhaps this world of illusions is not place to look for lovers of beauty. Here words suffice as burden of love is too painful to bare.
If only talk had substance as well. But alas enchanting words make no impression on the heart. I can’t bear emptiness of words any longer.
If only talk had substance as well. But alas enchanting words make no impression on the heart. I can’t bear emptiness of words any longer.
Such beauty as is on offer also needs the heart that can recognise it. In the land of the blind where’s the lover with eyes to see my beauty
Such beauty as is on offer also needs the heart that can recognise it. In the land of the blind where’s the lover with eyes to see my beauty
There’s not much left but the cosmic fire burning within. It searches for vessel to give. All that’s seen is pretenders without substance.
There’s not much left but the cosmic fire burning within. It searches for vessel to give. All that’s seen is pretenders without substance.
