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Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now that I've tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
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I'm sure, if it's sung over and over, right by them - Nuno Bettencourt and Gary Cherone, surely they will rampage. It's already round to the same 15 songs. Candles dripped on a chocolate cake. But you're not there too. Do you really love me?
Dawn has turned into morning. The radiance of the sunlight, slowly wash away myself hiding under the night sky. The ripples of the waves and the splashing of the sea water will not be able to drive me away from this comfort. I enjoyed lonely nights on the shoreline until the sun began to reluctant and burned me, told me to go home.
Two years in the same place. I'm still hoping you're coming, patting my cheek, trying to make sure of my situation. From the touch of your hand, back then, I'm sure, you're the mermaid who's been peering at my emptiness.
I still feel the warmth. You rock my body, feel the pulse of my life, you feel panic. Yes, I enjoy every line of anxiety that appears on your face. Spreads, sweeps the frozen heart, like a Frozen fairy tale. Yes you can turn it into beauty.
Two years in the same place. You're not there.
More than words, this is more than a word. I want to do everything. And I hope you do not just say it. Like days ago ...
Do you keep something?
"Why do you open my wallet?", Your face is panicked. There are fears of opening a secret. I smiled and replied, "Your handkerchief is falling," there was a relief. You're smiling. I smile to enjoy the rest of the twilight without a question.
I scratched the sand that was swept away by the waves. I write your name, repeating and repeating. But the sea did not seem ready, seeing the sand hurt. Sand is his lover, he wash it over and over again until it becomes sloping. As if there were no strokes ...
You cry. I do not know why. I just wiped your hair, hugging your frail shoulder. Let your tears continue to wet my shirt. Poke your forehead in silence. I want to ask, but your answer will always be the same, "I love you my way ...".
"Who made you cry? Mention a name ...," my lips trembled in anger. My heart hurt when you, yes when you cried first in front of me.
Instead of naming a name, you choose to smile. Wiping tears, cupping my palms against my cheeks, looking at me deeply and saying, "I love you my way, and I'm happy, you love me too, that's more than enough ...," you say in a whisper.
The whisper that keeps me quiet, what do you hide? Is it true that love is for me?
I walk along the beach. Maybe today, the day of our meeting, you're on the other end of the beach.
A rolled shell curls up with the waves. You move fast, pick it up and laugh while showing me. Shiny black hair, swept away by the west wind. Yes, I'm sure you're a mermaid destined to dive in the ocean of life ...
You're smiling, pretending not to hear. Turning my face, exposing my hair to my ears, asked me to repeat my request. Yes, my proposal last week ...
I bite it grimly. You laugh, I'm happy ...
I assume you take it ...
But what do I know about you? Is it true that you love me? The world you offer is full of mystery and darkness. I do not know you. But I want you. You know me, you answer love, but hide yourself behind a thick curtain that should not be uncovered ...
This is not just a word. This is not just an answer, Yes I love you ...
Night thirty, at the same place in the same restaurant corner. You remain absent only extreme songs, keep repeating softly.
Night three one. The second verse had just been sung and the waiter delivered a paper this morning. He puts it wordless, showing only the face of ith.
Your face, your photo ... You lost the night of the meeting we planned ...
I turn the candle off, stop the song. Do you really love me?
End
