If not for your eyes

"In every garden grows one rose
And everyone has someone to hold out a hand
And I have you, my rose
One of you, one hundres discomposures."

Love is blind and crazy, it doesn't know of God and court
but it signs so beautifully and beautifully heals the soul
If you ever meet me, don't hide your face with your hands
Put that smile from the old postcards