Silent Love

Every time my eyes meet her
the words just die inside me
the fear appears out of nowhwere
I feel like the eye which cannot see

I love her to death but I cannot confess
she's the one I've dreamed about day and night
and on the moon I had drawn her face
and since then the nights became so bright

I'm drowning in the silence of my feeling
the silence that kills my heart
perhaps she has been dreaming
about me , and perhaps she has not .

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