dear you, you see a book
and read, you can't understand
yet you love it, you wanted to
be like that.

you love the moments you can't
have in present, so you dream.

you love the things you can't
have in your hands,
sometimes you love the things
you can't give.

you love all the unlovable,
yet look at you, the hidden glory
inside a lost nutshell.

dear you, you can love all the
things and...