Something beautiful, I wanted to write,
I wanted to write for those eyes
Which stoled the moon from the sky.
An indecision on my mind…
Could those eyes bring me a smile ?
And could those eyes be real this time ?
Would they let me know what they meant to say on fire?
On fire, one word is enought to make me blind.
Like a mute photograph,
Or a book without a half,
I'm missing some love stabs..
Without pain, it's way too drab.