Unbound my heart can travel free look deeply in a woman's face - still there are few where it can see of love, an honest, tiny trace. There ain't no problem with this state but love just keeps on lacking. I don't accept a lifelong fate with me endlessly tracking. But who can all my love caress who can magically appear? To break the spell of loneliness dissolving harm and fear?
Random poem:
Sinn des Lebens