The love on a morning in my mind
Mobile calls the called person,
during the way to work.
Well formed girls show their back
without knowing what its content reveals.
The way on the highway is long,
the way on the highway is full.
The picked up phone produces words,
those words mean shit.
It's her on the other side,
it's her on the right side.
The crappy words change into meaningful sentences,
while the person listens, he adores.
His words aren't love,
his words are stuff.
It walks through the virtual cables,
the connection of two lovers.
The stuff equals the love within the platonic thoughts.
7AM is the time for love,
7AM is the time for unknown love.
Youri - 10.02.2006