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?
