For ages nobody seemed to kiss you,
For ages nobody seemed to see your smile,
For ages no man seemed to embrace you,
And you felt tired all the while.
You‘re sick of spending time alone,
You‘re sick of tedious non-stop whine,
You‘re sick of drinking warm tap water
Instead of love-inducing wine.
You‘re sick of idle and empty dreaming
About the fantastic sea
That fondles with its waves your body.
You wake up and the grief you see!
You’re sick of endless, constant lying
To colleagues, to yourself, to friends,
You‘re sick of wearing any masks –
The state of happiness soon ends.
Once upon a time
Your love knocked at the windowpane,
Like a frightened bird, it died
In order to be born again.
19.08.02
To you
© Copyright: Ник Ван Лубен, 2002
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