FLOWER POT

he is approaching,
from a far far far distance.
how am i to express my shaking heart?
he..
stole my heart from the every start,
and gave me an illness that i cannot recover form.
i want to became the flower pot,
i pray all the time.

i want to became a flower pot,
that stands on his small window sill.
even if i want't be able to say a word or expect anything.
from time to time,
i'll receive his smile and caresess,
and just watch his sleeping face.

he's leaving,
very far far far away.
how am i supposed to soothe,
these falling tears?
he...
stole my heart from the very start,
and gave me an illness that i cannot recover.