In my heart lives ache,
But in yours – quite.
In my soul reflectes love,
But in yours – deception.
In my blood flowes gall tears,
But in yours – indifference.
In my voice resounds the call,
But in yours – the gall.
I don’t say: “I need you”;
I don’t say: “I love you”;
I want you understand my glance,
Because it reveals you remembrance.
Just it’s always love.