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Home of the Hapsburgs for oh, so long.
But now we are here, just you and I.
The sun is coming through our window...
revealing frost outside, on the glass.
We met at the party the night before.
But something caught your eyes...
and as we danced, you breathed in my ear,
telling me that you desired me this night.
We sipped champange to the strains of Strauss,
and discussed our plans for the future.
Your fingers danced on my hand as you told me
how much you thought I reminded you of someone.
Another time, another place in this fine old hotel,
you would be a society girl, me a hussar officer.
But here we are, two lonely souls looking for love...
you take my hand and lead me up the old stairs.
Our night of passion was as beautiful as the city.
We loved through the night, doing everything right.
And as we slept, I heard the ghosts of this old place,
the tinkling of glassware, and the odd pistol shot.
Now I awake to find you sleeping next to me, my sweet.
I caress your flaxen hair, and thank you for your love.
On a Winter's morning, by the banks of the Danube...
I wonder if the city will be as pretty as you are.
--RKJ
But now we are here, just you and I.
The sun is coming through our window...
revealing frost outside, on the glass.
We met at the party the night before.
But something caught your eyes...
and as we danced, you breathed in my ear,
telling me that you desired me this night.
We sipped champange to the strains of Strauss,
and discussed our plans for the future.
Your fingers danced on my hand as you told me
how much you thought I reminded you of someone.
Another time, another place in this fine old hotel,
you would be a society girl, me a hussar officer.
But here we are, two lonely souls looking for love...
you take my hand and lead me up the old stairs.
Our night of passion was as beautiful as the city.
We loved through the night, doing everything right.
And as we slept, I heard the ghosts of this old place,
the tinkling of glassware, and the odd pistol shot.
Now I awake to find you sleeping next to me, my sweet.
I caress your flaxen hair, and thank you for your love.
On a Winter's morning, by the banks of the Danube...
I wonder if the city will be as pretty as you are.
--RKJ
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
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Love
Kiedy czujesz woń bezduszną utoń w niej,
bo serce potrzebuje tego nie głowa.
Ty nie kochasz tej miłości sercem,
ty jej nie rozumiesz.
Pozbądź się ciężkości,
pozwól sobie na to co najgłębsze.
A dojdziesz do miejsca w którym zrozumiesz...
Że miłość po prostu jest.
Wiersz mojej koleżanki. Pozwoliła na publikację. B.G.
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You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
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I was listening to Spotify, and this song from Ultravox called "Vienna" came up.
As I listened...I started writing.
--RKJ
As I listened...I started writing.
--RKJ
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beautiful words for a beautiful song, i cannot describe how much i adore this