[ A true poem... |
-Well... There' s no physical wound either. |
[ That niight I criied but ii couldn't reach your hand... |
...There iisS no Need for more words |
[ Sometimes ] |
'But... do you believe in love?' ; She shouted in despair as drops of rain were beginning to fall. |
There Was A Little, Slight, Nearly Insignificant Difference Between You And I, Honey ... |
For those nights counting the seconds to kiss your lips again, for the butterflies I got every time I saw your face, for the happiness we used to share, for everything that one day we were, for you, for me... |
Slowly like the falling of a leave |
The most beautiful moment |