You still want to know me
But you don’t seem to tell me why
Is it love?
If so of what kind
You are a young angel
I am blind
Not to be able to see
Your inner beauty
Which are miles out?
From your mind’s horizon
What will you do?
If you learnt some day
I was not the one
You were looking out for anyway.
Should you hear
 That I have gone for ever,
Will you then shed a tear?
If so for how long