Looking back

I'm looking back 

over my shoulder,
I wanna find a part of my past,
I see a black truck 

with broken windows,
With engine damaged, 

as was often my heart.

I go back with my mind 

on the old road
Feeling a taste of wormwood,
My life was not so good 

until to met you,
Since than, my sky is always blue.

In me is springtime as before,
The sun it shines more and more
In my soul. When I think

of your love, I can fly as a dove.

Your loving arms
Are my shelter in cold winter days,
Your love it's my coat
In every autumn with endless rains.

Your eyes as the diamonds
Are stars in my lonely nights,
Your kisses are my sweetness
In times of sadness,
Your lips, are my tasty peaches.

Even if today you're far away,
I pray that you come back,
You belong to me, I belong to you,
We are two, but with the love
We'll be powerful as three.


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From the Volume - The colors of love