would that be love if it was evident
would that be love if it was finite
would that be love if we were ordinary
would that be love if pain was pale
would that be you if I could touching you
would that be you if I could loudly
spell your name
spell your name
would that be you if fall was not your pallet
would that be you if eyes were dry
would that be me if there was not you
would that be me if all my days were just a sketch
would that be me without my starve to taste you
would that be me if couldn't play you in a string of violin
would that be us if this is just a love
would that be us if not to live beyond
would that be us if I mystery was misery
would that be us if words were dead and colors – dark
lay down my love
ley down and sleep
would that be true
if all was real