Saturday, January 30, 2010

come



Come to me,
Come to me,
Come to me,
My endless desires

Come to me,
Come to me,
Come to me,
Come my beloved
Come my sweetheart
Come, come, come

Don't talk about the future
Say no more of the future
Don't talk about the past
Say no more of the past

Don't talk about journey
Say no more of the path
The path one must take
You are my path
You are my journey
Come, come, come

You are bouquet of roses
I am hidden in that bouquet
As the red color
As the sweet smell
I am the attribute of you
Come, come, come


As long as I am sober
And keep talking about good and bad
I am missing the most important event
Seeing your face
Come come come
be one with me
..

Yahya

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