Apr 2018
If our smiles were to touch,
By a little or by much,
I fear that we might break—
For the chance of true love’s sake.
So we only look, and sigh.
We love alone, until we die.
By a little or by much,
I fear that we might break—
For the chance of true love’s sake.
So we only look, and sigh.
We love alone, until we die.
