Don't know your name...

Don’t know where you are,

Don’t know your name,

Don’t know if you’d cry, when you lose a good friend,

But I’d be there, healing it secretly . . .

Your nails, I don’t know if they are curved,

Your hair, I don’t know if they are curly,

I don’t know how your giggle would sound,

But I’d be there, hearing it rhyme. . .

I don’t know if my jokes would make you laugh,

Don’t know if you like drenching in rain,

Your walk – don’t know if you have a bumpy one,

But I’d be there, watching its grace . . .

Don’t know if you’d wink your lashes often,

Your eyes – I don’t know if they are green,

Your lies – I don’t know if they would hurt me,

But I’d be there, shielding you carefully. . .

Don’t know if you’d sing a song on a winter night,

Don’t know if you’d still hold my hand,

when we walk at our seventies,

Love – I don’t know if you’d still love me,

when the world ignores me,

But I’d be there, wishing to die just a second after you,

serving as your walking stick . . .

But I,

But I don’t know where you are,

Don’t know your name . . . .