Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
You know you''re in love when at those times you''re apart,
You find yourself gazing at the sky in the
direction she lives and feeling some peace in
knowing that you live under the same sky.
See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest,
your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo.
It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. . .
