There are the special words –
They could be heard being unspoken.
And stepped a lot of roads
I saw the people who were talking:
“I love you; I hate you; I miss you; I like the look of your dress,
I want you; I kiss you; you are the only one I want to possess”.
When I meet you again,
We will walk in the rain.
I read the tender letters of love that you write
And burn the reality that puts dreams aside.
I cook you cakes and fail to wake up early,
I touch your hair; I like it being curly.
I call you while you are away
And hear your voice when I feel pain.
It whispers me «I feel for you...».
And looking all expressions through,
The ones I ever heard and said,
Be that the warm ones or the sad –
I must admit and make it clear,
Sum up what I do love and fear:
Whatever crazy world would do,
Know I will still «four letters» you.
The four letters
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