is this LOVE
Your gaze is so very tender as you stare at
me
Over there, on that little flimsy chair.
With a gentle, happy face,
She agreed, smiling
While some kind of loud noise was
building,
In my mind, it was as though it was
collapsing
Unable to move, I just kept standing
there
"Why isn't it me?" I asked, but
It's not some kind of foolish example.
You were there as I had never seen you
before.
As I can only, only feel from far away,
How on earth can I express this emotion?
From time to time, the sorrow in your
eyes
Would show me the reason, so...
That which can be given to you --
I can't give it; no one can.
Is it only that one person who is so
understanding that can?
When do you first miss her?
About that time, I realized the truth.
I saw through the lies, and even if I
pretend they are truth
It's just, just so excessively empty.
This feeling.... Is this known as
"love"?
"Why isn't it me?" I asked, but
It's not some kind of foolish example.
You were there as I had never seen you
before.
Did you feel it from far away?
When do you first miss her?
About that time, I realized the truth.
I saw through the lies, and even if I
pretend they are truth
It's just, just so excessively empty.
This feeling is certainly known as "love",
isn't it?
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