Some things are to hot to handle, ~ become to feel like burning hell. ~ When you think by heart you’re “choosen”, ~ you just are caught inside a web. ~ It takes your thougts and your emotions. ~ You’re turned around, in their disguise. ~ A "trapp of love", can be such beauty, ~ but feels your tricked at certain times. ~ You’re forced “put out those hearts of fire”. ~ You’re forced, not think “the both of us”. ~ Become an icecake, never meltet ~ and miss in life your "special, plus". ~ The candlelights are no more shading, ~ no outline of your lovely face, ~ The daybreak is without our visions ~ A day is just another day ~ copyright aqua1955