Solving you

Your face tells a story I try to read;

you say, read between the lines,

which lines?

Beneath this smile, who knows,

charades how many...

Behind these eyes,

an infinite.

Raptures of waves.

The gaping of your lips,

a letter found and crushed.

And yet there's a story I try to read,

the book of your face tells,

but give them to me, will you,

the missing pages?