With a few words
I keep myself
Afar
I hide the words carefully
How will you know
The covered adoration?
Walking far behind you
I can feel the left fragrance
Lingering in the air,
Did you ever know
I can find out you
Even in the mass,
No, I may not find you
As you are ahead of me long
I must get my love
On the way
Where you stepped and gone.
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With a few words I keep myself Afar I hide the words carefully How will you know The covered adoration? ... Dicy situation while you admire someone will snap her and make her his own.... leaving you staring.