Believe me when I say to you
that I want you
is it not because of your eyes
that speak loud words to me
nor because of your lips
lips I have never known, nor will know
not because of your hands that touch
what you love, and I will love soon.
But ask me, truly: who am I to know?
When our roads have never crossed,
nor will it, perchance
how then, will I know?
When in your life
it only feels right to turn away
when i've seen you over and over,
and yet your name i still don't know
and as i long to linger on
in this place dark shadow
still, your face I will see.
Even when I close my eyes,
my sight brings you to me.
I want each second
to bring you to me
with a passion
of a thousand
winds.
that I want you
is it not because of your eyes
that speak loud words to me
nor because of your lips
lips I have never known, nor will know
not because of your hands that touch
what you love, and I will love soon.
But ask me, truly: who am I to know?
When our roads have never crossed,
nor will it, perchance
how then, will I know?
When in your life
it only feels right to turn away
when i've seen you over and over,
and yet your name i still don't know
and as i long to linger on
in this place dark shadow
still, your face I will see.
Even when I close my eyes,
my sight brings you to me.
I want each second
to bring you to me
with a passion
of a thousand
winds.
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