My love rises
If the fact of being nice,
Could be a good advice,
Is there a need to say it twice?
If I look into one of your eye,
It should not melt like ice,
And cause sorrow to rise.
If you wake up tomorrow,
Your path seems to be narrow,
There is no need to have sorrow.
If our planet reduced in size,
And goods decreased in price,
Know that my love does rise!
by
Aleksandra Lachut
