life2
12-11-2010, 06:51 AM
The Wanderer...
Love is a wanderer in a vast empty hall
Where there are many doors,
Each one leading to someone’s heart
Where love has not entered before.
Many hearts choose to ignore love
It‘s not welcomed or invited in,
So love moves on to the next door
Never to revisit again.
When love came tapping at my door
I was waiting to let it pass through,
I knew I would never love anyone more
When love arrived, it was you...
Love is a wanderer in a vast empty hall
Where there are many doors,
Each one leading to someone’s heart
Where love has not entered before.
Many hearts choose to ignore love
It‘s not welcomed or invited in,
So love moves on to the next door
Never to revisit again.
When love came tapping at my door
I was waiting to let it pass through,
I knew I would never love anyone more
When love arrived, it was you...