Pull the arrows from my heart,
The blood must run,
And the fields of insanity are craving for love.

 

You still have the passion, my darling, to slay other’s hearts,
You still fancy young lovers with soft skin and glowing desire, rising on a tide of emotions.

 

Young partners make you immortal, make you green.

 

Pull the arrows from my heart,
My wounds will mend,
The creator will draw a smile on my face, the gardener will fix my backyard,
And you and I, darling, we are going to deliver love to the world.

 

We fail but we keep on trying, love is about that.


Written by: Michel Ahwach


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