You desire not what you see, but what you imagine.

Though I do not know you
I know a face like this
Too well

I know that you do not remember
About yesterday
You know that
Tomorrow we will forget
Even about this moment

But today
I do not need more
Then just this opportunity
To forget

I could have known...

You gave me eyes and told me: look...
You gave me heart and told me: love...
But you didn't tell me that I'll cry with my eyes...
And I'll suffer with my broken heart...
(by Marco)