"The greatest declaration of love is that which is not done:
The man who feels a lot, speaks little."
I have no more tears left than I can sprout,
I don't know what else I can realize,
And that last sigh before he died.
You see Me differently...
Without perceiving the yearning,
That lies in you,
That remains in me.
You live by day with your voice,
I live at night.
But, you are...
In my silence.
As loyal as my voice.
I'm a woman.
I hope you liked it.
Thank you for visiting/reading me.
See you next time.