ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΕΙΣ

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the lightTo chase a feather in the windWithin the glow that weaves a cloak of delightThere moves a thread that has no end.For many hours and days that pass ever soonthe tides have caused the flame to dimAt last the arm is straight, the hand to the loomIs this to end or just begin?Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews timehis is the force that lies withinOurs is the fire, all the warmth we can findHe is a feather in the windAll of my love, all of my love,All of my love to you....