of giving
and
withholding,
revealing
and
screening
again;
Some
smiles and
some
little
shyness,
and some
sweet
useless
struggles.
This love
between
you and me
is simple
as a song.
No mystery
beyond the
present;
no
striving
for the
impossible;
No shadow
behinds
the charm;
no
groping3
in the
depth of
the dark.
This love
between
you and me
is simple
as a song.
We do not
stray out
of all
words into
the ever
silent; We
do not
raise our
hands to
