dasinci
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AW: Du...
Mein Lieblings (Shakespearean sonnett):
Isn't it...
A garden, fresh, green grass, a sea of flowers
In which you lose yourself - like paradise;
The golden, warm, eternal sun for hours
And then you know: there'll be no compromise.
You know for sure the secret of this beauty,
Of holding hands and of this unique wonder.
There'll be no doubt, no sacrifice, no duty.
Nothing can change or waste away or sunder.
But would you really say that this is it?
Is it your dream, your only destination?
Or just illusion, what you should admit,
That maybe leads to sorrow and frustration?
Whatever you may think, the words above
Are linked by, well, isn't it love?
Mein Lieblings (Shakespearean sonnett):
Isn't it...
A garden, fresh, green grass, a sea of flowers
In which you lose yourself - like paradise;
The golden, warm, eternal sun for hours
And then you know: there'll be no compromise.
You know for sure the secret of this beauty,
Of holding hands and of this unique wonder.
There'll be no doubt, no sacrifice, no duty.
Nothing can change or waste away or sunder.
But would you really say that this is it?
Is it your dream, your only destination?
Or just illusion, what you should admit,
That maybe leads to sorrow and frustration?
Whatever you may think, the words above
Are linked by, well, isn't it love?
