I never knew how to tell you my love.
For me, it was jumping off the chair when earing your steps.
It was cooking my best meal just to take care of you, someway.
My love was asking how you were doing, hoping you'd see it by then, far away from you.
I'll never know if you ever met my love, maybe because you never did.
But it was a pleasure, a pleasure really, to have had you into my life, even if for a short time.
