sâmbătă, 23 ianuarie 2010

You know nothing of me

Can't you see
you know nothing of me,
of my eyes,my touch, my lips,
or the way I like to kiss?

You know nothing of my heart,
or my smile, my care, my look,
but explaining to you it would be hard
that all this you can't find it in a book.

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