mam_ocale

vaigly remembering his eyes
so brown
approaching with a silky touch
- Love was it! Wasn't it?
 
missing every truth and every little lie
remembering the taste of drops i shead
touching the image
carved inside my mind
- Love was it! Wasn't it?
 
caring not about what people say
baring the thaught
of him next to me
tomorrow or next or any or some other day
- Love it is! Isn't it?

Ne kuzim te ni na domaces kaj frfljas a di cu na ovim japanskin:)