автор: oziris

I love your eyes,
I love your smile,
The dress you wear,
The long black hair.

I love when you're confused.
Oh, god! I even love
The way you say "No use"
I love when you are hurting.
Oh, god! it is enough
For me to be just blurting.

But O my dear, I fear
The game is such
That all these years my tears
Could not do much.

Cause I don't touch.
Though I want much,
I still don't touch.


Oh, how I need you, need you so
And how I love, I love your "No"…
Oh, can't you see
The truth in me,
The way I feel
For you, for your lost soul?
And can't you hear
In words I speak
The love I seek
Of you, of your young soul?

Though you've been near, my dear,
To bring me bliss,
Still all my peers I fear…
And you - I miss.

Cause I don't kiss.
Though I want this,
I still don't kiss.


I love your hands.
I love your face.
In your embrace
The warmth I trace.
I love your grace.
But… understand -
I fear I can't.

What for these eyes you have been given
If they don't see the love in others?
What for your ears so many ranges cover
If still so many gestures fade misgiven?
What use these palms, so soft and tender
With such unfair and glacial sender?

Oh, don't you know, I love you so…
So damn much that one slight touch
Just quite enough is to surrender.

O my dear, why can't you hear…
Why can't you hear me calling, calling, calling?
On my bare knees for you I'm crawling.

What I feel why can't you see…
Why can't you see me falling, falling, falling?
On my bare knees for you I'm crawling.


It's getting clear, I fear,
We'll have to part,
For all your spears fell here -
Within my heart.

And you've been far
Right from the start.
And still, you are.

And still, you are.