Lucky

A pale hand waiting to be held…
For someone…
For a special person who really cares
And really wants to heal a broken soul.
This is not lust,
That fire that burns
So many pure souls.
This is not sin,
Waiting for the night
To quietly arrive.
This is something bigger
And stronger than physical desire.
This is as deep as the ocean
And as bright as the sun.
This is not destined to fade away
After one drunken night.
This is one of those things
That change lives.
We are really lucky
To have found each other
Among all that darkness.
Let´s pray for our love
To last until the end of time…