To know you’re there

I’ll smile careful

‘Till the love is ours

A flap of the wings

And the chaos that it brings …

I’m gonna fly …

To know you’re there

I can’t go back

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xAP3KsY7Xww

Mark Pritchard – Beautiful People ft. Thom Yorke

I stumble and I fall, your time is on my side

Don’t make sense of it all, despite my foolish pride

It’s got me on my knees, tearin’ up my heart

I’m shakin’ at my bones, tearin’ me apart

When I can’t get close to you

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

Time will take its toll, time can break your heart

And if I had the chance, we’d never have to part

Took my only flame, took my one desire

Threw it all away when jumping in the fire

I can’t get close to you

I come undone, come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

When the day is done I lay me down to rest

Everyone will see that I loved you the best

When all is said and done here simple and explain

And if I have the chance I’ll do it all again

But I can’t get close to you

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

I’m not scared of the dark though you tangle and tease me

But worse than your bark you said you’d never leave me

The devil make everybody, don’t please believe me

Oh love of my life, won’t you let me down easy?

Undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

I come undone, I come undone

Come undone, babe, I come undone

– Isobel Karen Campbell –

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2F2oEpif-6k

The secret of attraction is to love yourself. Attractive people judge neither themselves nor others. They are open to gestures of love. They think about love, and express their love in every action. They know that love is not a mere sentiment, but the ultimate truth at the heart of the universe.

– Deepak Chopra –

For every thought supported by feeling, there is a muscle change. Primary muscle patterns being the biological heritage of man, man’s whole body records his emotional thinking.

– Mabel Ellsworth Todd –

Ph : Wim van de Hulst

It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,

Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind;

It was your heart listening to the song of Nature

In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights …

– Arthur Rimbaud – A season in hell