this. . .
is not a constraint
this. . .
is not a junk
that imposibble, but was happened
This feeling begin to sprout
and I can't deny
a fantasy about you start decorating the day-to-day
sometimes occurred to me
if one day I can get you up
of the world that I can't penetrate the eye
and can't touch it with this hand
what is wrong
with a love that was born without eyes
instead of love is a real gift
for every man who has it
whatever it has become a spell that soulful
i do not know how long I can feel it
at least I have a word
I write this verse just for you "LISA