Love is Much Longer

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When it rains
we especially need tenderness
Why not come and hold me tightly
near the warmest part of my blood
Who knows how long I could hold out
Who knows if this time is not the final one
Hold me if you are not willing to let me go
Hold me like your protecting a wounded bird
say to me the sincere words
the words can only be said once in all your life
the words can only be understood by me
and – smile (do not cry, do not cry my love)
If you cry what is wet is always my face
If you weep what is bitter is always my heart
Do not worry if it rains too long
Do not complain if I would leave soon
Many many stories have already been eternal at the beginning
There is no reason
need not be any reason
even life cannot manufacture a reason
Love is as long as all dimensions of space
or much—much—longer

The Gift of Love

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The Gift of Love
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Today is Christmas
and all over the World
children eagerly search under the tree
to see what special gift Santa left them
Your gift to me won’t be wrapped and placed under the tree
It will never be a disappointment
and never go out of style
It cannot be exchanged
and I will never be tired of it
Your gift brings a tear to my eye
and a smile to my lips
It makes my heart skip a beat
whenever I think you cared enough to give it to me
This Christmas I received something very precious to me
More precious than all the money
and all the gold in the world
This Christmas you gave me the greatest gift of all
the Gift of Love