meets cute woman
(Armor’s bullet poem)
If angel Amor shots his gun
hearts are dancing in the sun.
Happy eyes keep on glowing,
if wind of aspiration is blowing.
I’m going mad and loose my mind,
because your love makes me so blind
It's on the tip of my tongue...to say
I will give you my love...every day.
You are the golden moon at night.
The rising sun that shines so bright.
I’m the fork...you are the knife
We belong together till the end of life.
(c) Jörg Stuckenschnieder