Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I must have held other hands,
kissed other lips,
my eyes must have held dreams of another,
I must have walked on these paths and known it by heart,
but today these alleys have become strangers.
If I had known love,
I have forgotten,
for in your hands
i am born anew,
and in your love
i rise again and again
as if death had never visited.