If you knew how I loved you,
You’d never have a doubt
For what you can accomplish,
Or just what love’s about —
But we must weave our tapestries
From what we find for threads,
And all must walk the lonely halls
That make up our
Own heads
If you knew how I loved you,
You’d never have a doubt
For what you can accomplish,
Or just what love’s about —
But we must weave our tapestries
From what we find for threads,
And all must walk the lonely halls
That make up our
Own heads
I can hear my footsteps echoing in those very halls. Beautiful…well done!
Excellent…this is a great one!