
once there was a girl i lovedbut she did not know nor did she suspect..i listened to her sing, speak and love each note and wordbut she did not suspect..i watched her when she sat, silent, simplebut never once do i believe she did suspect...when by myself i thought of her, i painted and wrote poems for her..its funny that, she never did suspect.The poem is beautifully written isn't it??Though,I can't fully grasp its ...