The steaming shower embraces my soft skin,
fills my soul with flowers and brings my heart a gleam.
So simple how joy is brought to this living
So miraculous how life is that easy to fall in love with
We run after things deemed miles away
We wait until we get there ...
So then some of us are still running
but only out of passion, out of love and out of patience.
Hang on, beautiful. Hang on
Let in a big hug and let in a deep kiss.
Because joy should not be in holding,
joy should be on going
Love should not be in holding,
love must be on going.