Santiago_del_Alba
Poeta recién llegado
I let you see in my eyes,
caring my hand to your faith.
May be I can say,
no one could be like me.
Passing through the time,
with out regrets of who I was,
just a reflex on my face,
it looked like I was fine.
But only in this Valentine,
of broken hearts and diffusing smiles,
of fiery love and dazing cries,
could be my only chance.
caring my hand to your faith.
May be I can say,
no one could be like me.
Passing through the time,
with out regrets of who I was,
just a reflex on my face,
it looked like I was fine.
But only in this Valentine,
of broken hearts and diffusing smiles,
of fiery love and dazing cries,
could be my only chance.
