Thursday, July 19, 2007

Celtic Voices

The Wishing Well

When first I saw you, I saw beauty
And I blinded my eyes, for fear that I should weep

When first I heard you, I heard sweetness
And I turned away, for fear of my weakness

I blinded my eyes, my face I turned away
I hardened my heart for fear of my ruin

Words & music: Connie Dover

1 comment:

Silvia García said...

Miedo a encontrar al otro demasiado perfecto no? pss, es raro que pase eso la verdad :P