Don't ask me about what she was talking.
I was there in her eyes slowly walking.
Every time she looks at me I go there.
Yes I know, maybe I go and disappear.
When she speaks I show that I do care.
But the truth slowly slowly I go there.
With a smile in my heart I ask a question.
Not for answer but to keep her attention.
Don't ask me to explain all what I see.
And don't try to sail with me in her sea.
Don't be afraid, I will write what I will feel.
I have heart which was made of steel.
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