Alive

My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

I'm alive, I'm alive!

[Flyleaf]



[Photo: Esplanade, Noël 2008]


Because I really feel alive and there's no hole inside me when I'm with him...
Because I love him!