I looked at her hands, insolently teasing an
artificial rose
And the way she concealed her embarrassment
Was so sweet.
While she talked and ironically laughed
At her misfortunes, she kept her eyes low.
I looked at her hands intertwining
Among the tablecloth embroideries.
I could hardly keep myself
From grabbing them, from assaulting her grief.
Taste of a frugal meal mixed to incense,
Memories befuddled by Time.
Though being similar to many other people,
She was special… special.
I looked at her hands, elegantly
Emphasising opinions.
Among sudden similarities,
Symbiotic perceptions, a friendly enthusiasm.
Taste of a frugal meal mixed to incense,
Memories faded by Time.
Though being similar to many other people,
She was special… special.
I let myself be charmed by her fads.
I let myself be charmed by her fads.
I let myself be charmed by her fads.