A miles of written words of love ,
cant replace the warmth of halves ,
your finger tips , that remember me your heart .
if you are coming home today or day other ,
please dont bring me any gift come as beggar .
i want you to tell me love without thing with to help you .
i will not substitute my love with a gift view .
let nothing be between our love no earthing consideration .
dont also come in your dearer costume of fine glorification .
but come in simple attire or naked as tree's bark .
and let see if your heart can hold on the same love spark .
dont tell me about your work or about your dream .
dont tell me about your family or the place you come from.
just imagine us as an lonely woman and man in an empty retirement .
or think we are snail or sea gull that is got love appointment .
tell me about love and let your heart be in its content .
but dont try to divert my attention by any external agent .
im no flower , im no star into sky nor any precious object .
so you may be welcome by telling me how you perceive me .
not how a flower is like my beauty or stars or an apple .
cause i want you to tell me your heart not to compare me .
dont try to hide yourself about anything , show yourself able .
i will rather love you if you simply tell me your feeling .
dont need to  make me a princess , but your love and nothing .
nothing cant make me happy if not your heart sincerity .
i will fain you lay by me without self conscience or tell a story .