Faint thoughts of you are abound but thoughts nonetheless
And as I dig into the infinity of imagination
To create a fantasy for you
I wonder if you would realize this?
Pain takes root in all of us But more so in you
And although I wanted to insert pretty things
"Truthful words" seem to matter more
Knowing little about you is not the challenge
It's what to say...
You're a paradox, I'd like to write a book about you
But I have nothing to go on
Or perhaps I do but the words just won't form those sentences
The same sentences I've been trying to write to you
Even now...
Your vision implies happiness to me
But with all happiness sadness beckons
I find your smile interesting as do I all women
Just a smile is enough
To make me notice you
