Shape Of My Heart...

There we were, past midnight on the road once again, driving in the night just because... Away from the city, away from the noise, we had once again set ourselves free, even for a brief moment in time. All we could see was this and it was more than we could ever want at the time, while all we could hear, was the silky smooth voice of Sting singing in the background. I turned my head for a brief moment and saw her gazing at the sea, while she was silently reciting song stanzas. It wasn't long after that, when she turned to me, brought her lips next to my ear and whispered..."Yes...", while Sting kept singing in the background...

 

"I'm not a man of too many faces

The mask I wear is one

But those who speak know nothing

And find out to their cost

Like those who curse their luck in too many places

And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the..."

Done