• STARE



    When you stand and stare I am grateful you are there,
    But to whom I am not quite sure and really do not care
    For just to have you here is enough to make it clear
    That when I hold you my hold on you is dear
    For to me it’s like a climber’s mountain top,
    A preacher’s sermon or a victim’s cop,
    For to me it’s a thing I always will have wished,
    A thing I strove to have perfectly accomplished
    And a thing I never would stop even if I could
    Since that we have is more to me than having more
    Of even that we want now more than we should
    For my life is worth its living now more than before
    And I will love you but only till you’re leaving
    And then I’ll love you more even though I’m grieving.