Saying I love you. Is not the words I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you not to say. But if you only knew. . How easy it would be to show me how you feel.
Dawn wakes the silence of a fainted lullaby. Day breaks the eyelid from a song sung in my eye. Night rests in peace as the sun mourns the sky. And all is accounted for sheep, over a horizon I.