22 September, 2011

i don't know when...



i don't know when my happiness 
started to depend on your happiness

i don't know when your touch and your kisses
became the only thing i crave

i don't know when my heart 
started to beat in tune with yours

but i know i never want it to stop


3 comments:

ólöf said...

æ hvað þú ert sæt.

af hverju ertu svona sæt?

svo sæt.

þá meina ég samt krúttleg.

en líka sæt.



hæ!

ólöf said...

ps. líka fín mynd af Guðna. Hann má alveg líka vera sætur.

ladaisi said...

Oh I love this post! Is this your man?