For the one who holds my soul

When i lay down and think about the enlightment of the heart, it burns.
Feels like in love there's only shadow and darkness.
Wild horses running angry in my heart that is to small, to narrow.
Raging to break free.
Hurting without the feeling of freedom, drowning in lonelyness.
And still my soul believes in kisses warm like sunrise,
Sleeping in strong arms only surounded by heartbeat.
Gentle words spoken like strokes of feathers.
Letters written by shakespears hand.
And then at the purest moment, i wake up, staring at the cold white ceiling.
Feeling like there's no hope left.
At that darkest moment, when all hope is lost...
Just open once again your heart for the kiss of cupids arrow.
Only to feel the feeling of freedom again.
Never think, just run with your arm wide open in the fields of love.