I thought love was only true in fairy tales.
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me.
That's the way it seems.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
And then I saw her face.
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried
I thought love was
More or less a given thing
But the more I gave the less
I got, oh yeah
What's the use in trying
All you get is pain
When I wanted sunshine
I got rain
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried
Llevaba mucho tiempo sin hablar de ella....
jueves, 5 de febrero de 2009
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Niño Vaho me ha traido aquí, leo tu poema y siento lo que una noche de sobremesa gozosa aseveré:
Amar es un auto de fé. No puede ser de otra manera.
Te felicito pués.
Disfrute,muchas cosas de esta vida son más cuestión de fe que de cualquier otra circunstancia.
Un abrazo
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