• whee The sweet smell of your hair
    the curl of your lips the way you look when you walk
    these things surround me
    they strangle my heart
    but it does not hurt.
    It does not pain me to see you enter or exit
    it does not pain me to see you smile,
    it pains me to see you sad
    worried or woeful
    what kills me is to see you cry.
    I watch you patiently
    wait in silence, utter nothing
    but the solmn wish to see you happy.
    Everything you do
    everything you say brings me warmth
    i dont know what this feeling is or what it means...
    i only know it is you who delivers these fellings,
    this warmth to me.
    I've heard of fairytales but never understood.
    Please don't stop! heart