There's nothing that I'd
like more than see you again,
your honey eyes staring at
me just a fleeting second,
the sound of your
breathing when you are sleeping beside me
even if I know I'm not in
your dreams.
That is my conviction.
There's nothing that I'd
like more, I swear.
But I'm only a weak reed
in a river
and all my viking soul is
not enough
to stand this tenacious
wind.
There's nothing that I'd
like more, believe me,
but I couldn't bear a
third bird in my nest.
.
