Asking (for) You.

Why should I think about love? Something that I even didn't know. But, I did.


Think about love, you, it doesn't mean I cannot move,
Think about you, love, it doesn't mean I only think about you,
And think about love, you, it doesn't mean I have to get you now,
At least, I have my own way to keep my eyes on you,
Understanding, even in my distances of you,
And understanding what the love itself.

If the love is you
So how could I know that is you - yourself- or not, but love?
In fact, I even don't like to telling you about love, so blurry, but finally I told you,
Confused.

If the love is too sacred, it doesn't matter, because it have to,
So, hey you, yes you, love, I'm not in my trying to disturbing you,
No, not this day, and somehow I'll get closer to you, and asking you for something,
Something that you'll never forget, 
Asking for you, yes you, love.