You went back home
All I can do is roam
while writing the poem
ooooommmmmmmm
Uttering a buddhist chant
Meditating by a dying plant
Inside an abandoned Tent
oooooooommmmmmmm
"Grande Amore" never ends
Cause' it's more than being friends
It's the love between I and Her
like a bird wrapped inside a fur
ooooooommmmmmmmmmm
Feeling the warmth of Trust
sending away all the lust
true love is all just
Believing in it is a "MUST"
Noureddine <H.>
