Your back is to me,
And I'm imagining happiness on your face.
You don't notice I'm there,
Forever thinking of you.
Can you hear me when I say
I love you?
We walk along the same beaten path,
And I think about your fascinating smile.
I don't know what you think,
When you look or smile at me.
I don't understand what you truly say,
When you speak to me
In my own language.
Would I hear you if your eyes,
Made of midnight stars, spoke the words
I love you?
You strong, broad back stands out
To me,
Among all the anonymous faces
That surround us two.
You back is tall and sturdy,
Unconsciously burdened by my love
For you.
Will you face the other way,
Face someone else,
When I confess and cry out
I love you?
Your feet stop moving,
And I, too, stop walking.
You turn around
And look into my soul, with your eyes
Made of midnight stars,
And smile fascinatingly at me.
Together we beg
"Please love me."
