steal

l know I’ve told you that for this next poem
l’m waiting for the right music;
Well… I haven’t found it. It seems l am unable
To feel other music than the one you
Somehow manage to feed me

No matter how far you are…

l wonder… If I’ll try to steall from you
This precious gift I crave so much for
l wonder… Will l ever have the courage
To try and touch your lips

A dream of the fools…

I’m afraid of falling… I think;
And in your own way so are you!
But somehow I feel I already fell
And thus I search for… a way to tell
But I fear… I fear no magic has ever
been born without a price…

Yet I am happy to pay!